Little High, Little Low
So Miss Moving had a little talk with me today.
About Mr. [Not So] Perfect,
About Smoking,
And about my poor eating habits.
Recently, there has been a common theme in my life.
EVERYONE i know, has been commmenting, gossiping, and flat out lying about my being anorexic (and/or) bulemic.
Let's just get a few things clear.
One, I'm not BULEMIC. I HATE throwing up. When I throw up, it makes me want to slit my wrists. Seriously, I REFUSE to throw up. It really hurts my throat, it ruins my teeth, and i'm LOUD when i do it. so you would KNOW if i did.
Two, If you have problems with me, bring it to my attention. I realize that any publicity is good publicity, but CHRIST, until i'm on E!, talk your shit to my face, not behind my back.
Three, I'm not anorexic, I'm poor. I seriously don't make shit money selling men's and women's shoes, and accessories. I can barely pay my bill, much less buy food. SO FUCK OFF.
And finally, it's not against the law to be skinny. So what? I like being being skinner than my friends. That was a lie, i LOVE being the skinniest person in the fucking room.
Love me for it.
Hate me for it.
Either way, i'm not changing.
Because I'm FABULOUS.
Matty B.
