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Rub it in, with more salt and calamansi juice, please.

Posted by The Red Devil on Tuesday, March 10, 2009 in , ,
I think I've had enough practice and experience with the realm of unpretty for a good three decades now. I've pretty much got my expectations leveled and my ego and self-worth at bay. I know what I am and what I'm capable of. I know what I look like, what to expect and what not to expect from people.

Again, I'm not self-pitying nor am I asking for compliments. Puh-leaze. The only time I go fishing is for real fish. So, let whatever it is that you're thinking go.

However, when certain unmannered individuals who don't know the meaning of subtlety and discretion start pointing out the painfully obvious, I do have feelings that get hurt. Yes, I have feelings, thank you very fucking much.

Of course you find them pretty. I do too. But it's bad manners to single me out. Ask for all their names, everyone next to me and around me, except me. And the other chicks that aren't hot. (Read: fat, dark, curly and unpretty) Yeah. That's not cool. It's downright chauvinistic, sexist and archaic.

I used to be 99 pounds. I used to have a waist. I used to have better skin. I used to have youth.

I now weigh 120 pounds. I've got hips so wide they need tail lights. I have stretchmarks and I still don't have boobs. I deal with it everyday with a shrug, a grin and a sense of humor.

I can still lose the weight. I can have surgery for the rest. You, however, will always be an asshole and there's no cure for that.

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