On the other hand, a tiny violin plays to an audience singing “Fuck you if you skinny bitches. What? Yeah. Ha-ha, ha…” (Minaj 2015) while my frail torso refuses all man-made sizes in this world. …Except for Zara. Zara, your expensive claws have trapped me and quelled me. I have bought your knit and your perfect crop top. Why… why… w h y, I ask with my hand on my heart until the people shout: “no one fucking cares, you’re a skinny bitch who fits into literally everything… everything… no one cares…[echo][echo][echo]” To which, I say true and feel the deepest of shame when I look at my ludicrously huge wardrobe. True.
Please mind this awkward headshot for giraffe earring detail.