DevonBostick'sAss
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- Jan 10, 2025
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I want to be a small girl. Im not that tall but Im around 170cm and fat. The only thing that can be called attractive about me is my boobs. RN Im in my house with my 2 friends one of em is a girl. And she is so pretty,so good looking so petite, She is 160 cm and she is so skinny and everything looks cool and pretty on her.
While I sit here feeling like a lump in comparison. She's wearing this simple little dress, and it looks like it was made for her flowing in all the right places, hugging all the right curves. If I tried to wear that, I'd look like a stuffed sausage. I can't help but wonder what it's like to just exist without feeling like you take up too much space, to not have to think about what people are whispering about when they glance your way.
I glance down at my own outfit baggy sweatpants and an oversized hoodie, my go-to armor against the world. It's not that I don't try. God knows I've tried. But every time I attempt to wear something "nice," it either doesn't fit right or makes me feel like I'm trying too hard to be something I'm not. And then there's her. She doesn't even realize how easy it is for her, how effortless. She can eat an entire pizza and still look like she stepped out of a magazine. Meanwhile, I think about a slice of pizza, and my jeans start to feel tight.
It's not that I don't love her I do. She's my best friends friend we are old class mates. But sitting here next to her, I can't help but feel this simmering mixture of admiration and jealousy. I wish I could just borrow a piece of her confidence, her beauty, her ease, just for a day. But instead, I sit here writing in this forum.
I really wanna cut myself right now. I wanna cut my body. Im gonna stop eating after my exams are over. I wanna be pretty. I wish I was petite like her.
While I sit here feeling like a lump in comparison. She's wearing this simple little dress, and it looks like it was made for her flowing in all the right places, hugging all the right curves. If I tried to wear that, I'd look like a stuffed sausage. I can't help but wonder what it's like to just exist without feeling like you take up too much space, to not have to think about what people are whispering about when they glance your way.
I glance down at my own outfit baggy sweatpants and an oversized hoodie, my go-to armor against the world. It's not that I don't try. God knows I've tried. But every time I attempt to wear something "nice," it either doesn't fit right or makes me feel like I'm trying too hard to be something I'm not. And then there's her. She doesn't even realize how easy it is for her, how effortless. She can eat an entire pizza and still look like she stepped out of a magazine. Meanwhile, I think about a slice of pizza, and my jeans start to feel tight.
It's not that I don't love her I do. She's my best friends friend we are old class mates. But sitting here next to her, I can't help but feel this simmering mixture of admiration and jealousy. I wish I could just borrow a piece of her confidence, her beauty, her ease, just for a day. But instead, I sit here writing in this forum.
I really wanna cut myself right now. I wanna cut my body. Im gonna stop eating after my exams are over. I wanna be pretty. I wish I was petite like her.