what good is an asian if they are not thin?
so everything is your fault because you’re fat, so so so so so fat.
lost your wallet today? fat. fell down the stairs? you’re so fat you cant even see the next step. missed the bus? it’s your fat ass who couldn’t run for shit. mom’s phone isn’t working? fucking fatso. the clock runs out of batteries. you’re fat. dad screams so loud that the house is on fire? fat fucker. now he’s thawing the house out with winter in an equatorial country? if only you weren’t so bloody fat. everyone’s angry? fat.
FATFATFATFATFATFATFATFATFATFATFAT is the mantra that runs through my mind when i am offered a chocolate bicky. FATFATFATFATFATFATFATFATFATFATFAT is the mantra that runs through my mind when i fail a test. FATFATFATFATFATFATFATFATFATFATFAT is the mantra that runs through my mind when my friend got broken up with. FATFATFATFATFATFATFATFATFATFATFAT is the mantra that runs through my mind when mom’s voice can be heard and i, have been brought up to be my own greatest
this is why i stopped fucking with guys: the misogyny got way too much for me. i am not a cumsock nor a fuck hole for you to unload your ego into. i am not here to pick up your fragile masculinity or to stitch it back together. i am not here to blow on the wounds of your bruised ego. i have stayed silent for far too long about the way your knees brush against my front or the way your hands linger on my ass. every fling i’ve ever had had one thing in common: there was a guy who wanted to feel superior, but this was a chick who was too aggressive and too loud, so she got dumped. for years i have preened when i am described as fiery, but now i am tired of it. why is it that the guy who spoke over me during our feminism debate not fiery or aggressive? why is it that the boy who speaks passionately about screwing girls any less /radical/ than i am? why am i held up to double standards? when a guy touched me today i turned to glare at him, but he smiled before scowling. you lie under the euphemism of fuckboy when you are a sexual predator. society has made you an acceptable aesthetic. you embrace the name fuckboy but when i call you a predator you bare your teeth at me and i remember what a privilege it is to be angry and not afraid.
this is why i scream: men are T R A S H
hail ye: an ode to feminism