double standards... if a skinny girl likes food and talks about it a lot, she is a revolutionary and everybody asks how she stays in shape. If a chubby girl likes food, she gets attacked and harassed and laughed at and stared at.
She was the girl everybody knew but nobody talked to. Her hair was a wave of color, shimmering and mesmerizing. Her dress held all of the galaxies, stars and planets ever known. Her name was Galaxy. --- I sit down at the lunch table in the back of the cafeteria, everyone else was laughing and talking with friends, but I was alone. I felt nothing of it, and smiled as I started eating. (Open Rp. I'm Galaxy)