Opressing with muh curves Like I have written before, I do not dress the most conservative. Short shorts with hooker heels, dramatic eyeliner, crop tops, body con dresses and pencil skirts oh my. I also have an ass from squats, and as a steampunk lover my hobby is corset training. So I'd consider myself hot af. No shame. I also have a high pitched voice I try to soften because of annoyances(this will prove in my downfall and uprising as a shitlady.) I have noticed something though, the only ones that have ANY problem with the way I dress, are all fat hams. I mean spongebob squarepants bodied hams.  Hams that look like ticks that sucked all the blood out of a chihuahua. As they suck all the beetus cola out of their big gulps. A few highlights of just this week. - Wore a pencil skirt and a blouse to lecture. White trash She-Ham told the prof that I was distracting. (This isn't the first time this has happened and wach time the professor doesn't give 2 shits.) This bitch has been my enemy since day one. Last week I called her worthless disgusting trash because I was tired of her shit talking me. She cried in the bathroom and /I/ got reprimanded. I've excused myself through the tight squeeze to get to the lipgloss by one ham. She scoffs and turns to her lanklet beta enabler "what a bitch!" She gestures. I give a smirk and wink at the guy. Fatty goes red like the mantador's sheet it hates so much. I have gotten enablers yelled at for staring at me. Thats what you get for marrying and fucking insecure squeeing swine. I have no sympathy. I'll never understand why these fat fucking pieces of shit think they're gods gift. And then someone tests that, and it goes all to shit. Talking to waiter at my fave diner. Over hear "Oh my god he needs to hurry up, stupid slut stop talking to him Im starving." IN THIS CORNER AT 350 LBS. 5'3" WE HAVE HOGZILLA WHO REQUESTED A TABLE BECAUSE THE BOOTHS ARE UNCOMFORTABLE "Tee Hee!!"  Then she tried flirting with the poor waiter. But he carried himself as a shitlord.  God's speed if you'rereading this. And my favorite.  The kicker? She was bragging to her friend about her crazy night and how this hot tall guy (literal quote "I don't go for black guys but you know what they say!!! tee hee") and how she's sooo hungover. And guess who's a virgin because of strict Catholic parents and thin walls? Thank u for reading my blog I just had to wind down in a bubble bath and review my week of Close Encounters with the Fatter Kind. I love drinking fat tears, honestly better than any sweet on earth.  These insignificant pigs that think primping themselves with glitter and makeup will save them from the slaughter house at 35 are fucking gross. The best is the ones from highschool that gained another freshman 50 and stare at you with a mix of hoping you'll notice them and fear that you'll notice what a slob they are. Edit: Tried to up the shitlord ante. Still new/ don't post a lot. Apologies.