The only body I'll post on this page is my own. All other pictures are not mine, unless otherwise specified.Well hello there little rascal lugnut. It's nice to see you snooping around this collection of foods that look so delicious you try to lick your computer screen just to taste the happiness. Unless that's just me, but don't lie you wish you could make foods as beautiful as that Instagraham cracker. If you look closely, you can kind of see a shriveled up me in between the beauty of this blog and all its lavender posts. You might also find some MOTIVATION MOTIVATION MOTIVATION MOTIVATION so get your little lugnut ass out of that comfortable lugnut chair and go do some stair laps in the mall with all the escalators while the bystanders stare at you holding their shopping bags full of linens and whatever else "regular people" buy. Oh yeah and running is a fun thing to do, sometimes I like to think about how much I hate it when I'm doing it and then I go home and drink gallons of diet water sauce and bask in my non-meaterific lifestyle. So that's a little bit about my life, I hope you can find that shriveled up you here and then unshrivel them, because you are absolutely gorgeous girl/boy/other non gender specific human being, and you rock that damn clothing (or nudity) that you're wearing right now. Have a healthy and beautiful day, my little rascaly lugnut.
Guess what. I’m imperfect and I have stretch marks. So does like 90% of women. And guess what else? They don’t even bother me.