no accounting for taste

on second glance, one good days the girl who got the boy i was chasing has skinnier thighs than me, but... the rest of her is much bigger and admitted stretch mark pocked. I don't have any of those. My waist is smaller, I shave my fucking legs and armpits, and I never smell awful like she does. There's no accounting for taste. There are so many better people out there. I'll just focus on starving and loving the boy back home. Way easier.