Friday, 26 September 2014

I Don't Care

 I have just eaten four of these beauties:

I would have eaten five, were it not for the fact that my Dad is a MASSIVE GREEDY THIEF!!!!

I am, generally, a very healthy person. I only drink water, I always eat more than five fruit and vegetables a day, and but for things like chocolate caterpillars, I never eat processed food. Whilst I don't go out of my way to exercise, I walk everywhere, and I always walk quickly. I also never stop moving (an act which those around me often refer to as my 'ailment').

Unfortunately, I am rather skinny. Most people are surprised when I state that fact so negatively, but being skinny means that clothes don't fit and there are young boys with more boobage than me.

Image sourced from here.

Everyone always assumes that I eat healthily because I want to be thin. The truth is, any person who removes my right to chocolate will be savagely killed. For that matter, anyone who dares to reduce my general food-take will be locked in a room and starved, just to see how it feels. I LOVE food. 

The point is, I really don't care what I look like. I don't care how I look, whether I'm eating a carrot dressed all in skinnifying black, or eating a massive cake whilst wearing slob gear. I am happy. I am healthy; and that health is judged not by my size, but by my fitness, my medical health (I haven't been to the GP in a decade) and my general happiness. Nobody will ever be able to tell me what I should or shouldn't eat, or how thin or broad I should be. 

I take of myself, and that entitles me to eat  another mini roll.

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