Thursday, June 8, 2017

Stretch markz

So I think I've got new ones.

The old ones are plain white, skin-flesh colored and these ones are skin-flesh purple. And they're new. And they're behind my goddamn calves. Wow. I'm not even fat!!!

Sure, some people have called me fat. Sure, some people have called me skinny. And in the mental hospital, I got accused of having anorexia. Different views on my stupid, ugly, hideous body. That's my view on it. Ya see?

Anyways, I don't get it. I either have the most sensitive skin in the world because I put on cocoa butter every goddamn day, I even tried bio oil and fucking mederma for crying out loud to get rid of my scars and stretch marks, but all to no goddamn avail. Oh and I'm 5'3, and 126 pounds. Used to be 145 so that could be why.... But that weight has gone away in months yet the stretch marks show up. Ah, whatever. I guess I have to embrace it. No matter what. Just like I'm embracing my hairy armpits and hairy legs and hairy everything else.

I am just trying to show the world that your own natural way of exuding yourself should be considered beautiful and radiant. Makes me want to be a man who smells brilliant. It's so easy for them (I know, I sound sexist, so excuse me, I tried hard not to offend) and so difficult for us girls to get through the day without enhancing our looks a bit. But some of us don't need to. Excuse me, I correct myself. We all don't need to follow the guidelines of beauty. It's not like we're going to lose all of our friends and shit because we are all just simply beautiful now and no longer reaching for looks that are breathtaking. That was my issue. Abandonment for looking like a zombie. But now, fuck it. And fuck other peoples rude and unnecessary opinions on your looks.

I'm proud of my stretch marks. I hate them. But fuck it, I was never 150 lbs and I will never reach that weight no matter what. Because if I do, more stretch marks will show up all of a sudden. And I swear to Ra, that I have a ton of them! Just place me in a museum of naked chicks, and you'll see how flawless their skin is compared to mine. Chock full of scars and birth marks. One on my buttcheek and one on my upper back (too much information but fuck it) and then bam! Stretch marks galore!!!!

I could make a list so I will. Got them here and there and everywhere! Oh and can you believe that those lucky bitchez with perfect not sensitive skin actually want stretch marks to fit in? Hah, yeah right! Not gonna happen. You won't fit in, because your body didn't acquire it naturally. And my boyfriend (who never wants to fit in so he did not say that but I did hear it fron a teenaged girl) is never joining the club! Only I can have stretch marks because it's finally something that I can be proud of, even though it's an unpleasant and a bleh sort of sight. Actually never mind, I don't care. He said that everybody has stretch marks, yet he doesn't have any. Siiighh. But here it goes:

&*_Behind my shoulders near my armpits (flabby arms)
&*_Buttock cheeks haha this is where they typically start
&*_Side of the knees, just two stretch marks each (odd)
&*_Behind knees, a whole lot of white markings
&*_Inner and upper thighs and it's like a beast there
&*_Now, since I inspected my nude body, behind calves
&*_And that's it, but there might be more, who knows

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