I hate the fact that when the boys in my school are mean (that means minimum once a day.) They ask if i’m pregnant! Or just say “So mette (<—thats me) is it a boy or a girl?!” And i find that mean since i have a classmate who is waaay fatter than me!
So. Now i want that skinny stomach (since im going to tunisia = bathing suits! Ahh! Horror!) That i’ve been dreaming of for Ohh soooo long! I now i can, i now i can.. am i starting to sound like a certain train? (Did you get the irony?)