I work out all the time and watch what I eat, people call me “Mr. Healthy” and I wish i could wear a form-fitting V-neck t-shirt but there is this goddamn ring of f****** fat around my waist, just like ten pounds, that keeps me ashamed and angry, I feel any fat on my body is a sign of weakness, a sign of failure, of being ugly, I want to cut my little love handles off with a knife or pop them with a knitting needle and watch the bloody, ugly yellow fat spill out onto the ground, after which I will piss on it.

Signed MR UGLY AND WORTHLESS AND NOBODY WANTS TO F*** ME OR EVEN HOLD MY HAND