I Eat the Flesh of Fatphobic Men
Listen up, men. I know you hate women like me. I know that when I unhinge my jaw to eat an entire bagel slathered in Nutella, it makes your gut churn and riles up your gag reflex. I know that when I have the audacity to feed my hungry stomach with some Little Caesar’s double-stuffed crust pepperoni pizza, you are armed and ready to step in and save the skinny damsels in distress from my promotion of obesity.
I know you’re absolutely convinced that I’m the real danger to the minds of young girls
I know you’re absolutely convinced that I’m the real danger to the minds of young girls