Our bodies are spoiled in America because of all the junk we fill ourselves with and in turn, it's turned into a pleasure demon consuming our very health. And it is because of these processed foods and of these hormonal meats that America is either starving itself or is terribly obese. Our bodies are spoiled from the excess sugar and carbs and chemicals that we choose to intake because it raises our serotonin levels and gives us a high. What is the trade off? Spoiling it turning our bodies into brats and garbage.
I may be shallow because I don't want to be fat, but I am at least aware of what is going on. I am at least aware that I am shallow and that I cannot help it. Do you dare tell me that you aren't at all? That you haven't discriminated someone for how they dressed or smelled or the style (or lack thereof) the so oft chose? Do you dare tell me that you have not automatically formed terrible opinions of people based on shallow references? I don't like that I am this way and I don't enjoy this battle with never being good enough. I don't like that eating makes me fat and therefore, I'll cut it down to a minimal. I wish I could not care and just eat. I wish I could take a donut or ice cream or some pasta at a restaurant without thinking about it that evening, night and morning after. I wish eating made me feel good. But can you blame me that I want to look the best for my boyfriend? Or how about for myself? Is it my fault that I want to be happy with my own body and therefore, I must take drastic measures to make those ends meet? Because I am so sick and tired of being jealous. And I'm so sick and tired of being the one that has to cry in secret all for the shallow issue of body image. And I'm so sick and tired of struggling and battling with my own downfall. I'm sorry that I've given in. I'm sorry that I didn't try harder. I'm sorry that I'm not stronger.
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