No, actually, I take that back. I don't wear shorts. Or T-shirts. Never.

Why? I have the weirdest fucking body ever. I'm not overweight, but I'm fat in the awkwardest places. Y'know how most people get fat in their stomach?

Not me. My stomach is thin as a rail. My arms and legs, however, are much like tree trunks. And by trees, I don't mean little saplings. I mean like redwoods. It's been like that pretty much my whole life. Idk, my genes suck.

In other words: My stomach is thin, but my limbs are fat. All of this translates into me looking very awkward in pretty much anything. And it should just never happen that way.

What doesn't bother me is not that I'm fat. It's the way that I'm fat. If I was fat like a normal person is fat, well, that wouldn't bother me so much.

I see all these morbidly obese people with the skinniest ankles ever, and I find myself hating my life. Same for people who have sexy legs and don't even have to try.

I'm such a freak.

At least I know my limits, though. I won't wear anything that shows my ugly freak limbs. That includes short sleeved shirts, shorts, etc. I don't swim, because Good god, no one wants to see that. I figure that that would be a major disservice to society.

I always dress very conservatively, even though I'm a very liberal person. I like to consider it being classy. At least, that's what I tell people.

I'm an esthete. I love beautiful things. I love being classy and cultured. Art, architecture, nature, beautiful people. But I can never love myself. Because I love beautiful things, and I'm not.

FML.