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Perfect


I'm the oldest of three Girls. And those younger two Man, they are perfect Straight A's Beautiful Athletic Funny Kind Considerate College I moved in My room mates were the same as my sisters Pretty much. But all of them were dissatisfied by themselves. Seriously It was almost hurtful when they called themselves fat. I weigh about 265 pounds They have never been out of shape People say society is ugly But we make up society. We need to make the changes if we want society to change Have confidence Everyone hates themselves in their own way. If they don't They're clinically insane.
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