If I were skinnier. Believe me.
Things would be different. I don’t try very hard to put myself together now. If
I’m going to work I might put on some makeup. Mostly because when I need to
fake sick I can just take it off. I don’t know if I should find it insulting
that people think my natural face looks like a sick person’s face. But I don’t
worry about it. Because I fake sick a lot. I can’t fit into the clothes I want
to buy. I’m not sure if I have a sense of style anymore. If something fits I
buy it. When I catch myself in a reflecting door I get upset. It’s obvious that
I don’t try very hard. I like my hair. It’s really shiny and if I use the right
shampoo it is quite manageable. I cut it once. Real short. I looked like a
lesbian. Which I guess was kind of nice because I didn’t feel like men were
judging me anymore. It was like they knew that I wasn’t for them so they just
didn’t see me. If they think I’m for them and I don’t measure up then they’ll
tell me. Once a guy in a truck rolled down his window and told me to “lose some
weight.” Or maybe he called me a fatass? I don’t remember exactly but it made
me cry. I thought I looked nice that day. I hate to have my bubble busted. So I
don’t try anymore. I have a nice face. I know it’s pretty. A friend told me
once he’d have sex with me if I lost weight because I have such a pretty face.
He was very handsome. I was flattered. And hurt. But I’d definitely buy nice
things. If I was skinnier.
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