This girl (well, yes, it’s me) ate 10 pieces of cake today. YES YOU’RE RIGHT, 10 PIECES OF DELICIOUS CAKE. Why?
- cake is tasty
- cake is good
- people who made this cake were happy because she enjoyed it
- normal people eat cake, love cake and don’t feel guilty about it
- for a teenage person eating this much is totally normal
- food is good (esp. cake)
- eating cake made her happy
- because fuck diet culture
- because cake won’t make her ugly, fat, hated, left alone etc.
- because under her awesome Sex Pistols t-shirt she is hiding her skinny, miserable body, esp. her sad belly and, well, no boobs at all and ribs and hipbones and too much bones in general
- because cake makes people pretty (because they smile and also they are well-nourished)
- because she wanted to
And, did this cake make me
- unable to fulfill my “model dreams” (I know I’m dumb, I wanna be a writer too, yes, I am not as dumb as I seem, I only have dumb dreams)
- unable to fulfill my INTELLIGENT DREAMS and goals in life?
The answer is NO. THANKS TO THE CAKE I AM ABLE TO THINK AND WRITE, I WILL BE SEXY, PRETTY, HAPPY, FULL OF ENERGY AND I WILL BE ABLE TO HAVE CHILDREN ONE DAY. And most of all, I will be ALIVE.
So why don’t you have some cake, too? c: