Every time a fat person thinks they aren’t worthy of love or respect or admiration because of their body, I wanna do a music montage of enlightenment like Colors of the Wind.
But we don’t have sycamores in my town and I don’t even know where to find an otter.
My face is soft. My hands are soft. My hair is soft. My feet are the jagged talons of a griffin.
writing adult emails is awful
hi [name of person],
this formatting is making me uncomfortable but I have to tell you something / ask you something that is vital to my career as a student.
I re-read and edited that sentence for an hour, but you’ll probably just glance over it for half a second.
I’m thankful for all the different ways I can eat potatoes