No Pity for the Skinny Bitch
To my Sisters,
I hate trying on clothes, too.
But when I say it out loud, all I get are “fuck you” glares.
There’s no pity for the skinny bitch.
Once upon a time, I loved my job as a model, not because I believed I was superior to everyone else, but because I felt like less. When I was young, the external validation of being in the physical elite kept me from self-harm while satisfying my desire to disappear.