Horrible, inexcuable language here. Don’t read this rant. It’ll shorten your life by at least a year. I greatly dislike fu*kheads.


So, the other day I ran into the rudest fucker ever at the Starbucks. And I do mean EVER.

When they called his drink they should have called it like this: “Venti double mocha, salted caramel douche bag for Fuck Face. Fuck Face, your drink is ready. Fuck face?”

You guys know me pretty well, right? I take most things with a grain of salt. Not very much actually makes me mad (except road rage, horrible grammar, snatch monsters and sadistic pedicurists–but really, even those things don’t make me mad, they usually make me laugh). So, for me to be livid is, in all sincerity, pretty rare. But this guy…THIS guy…ugh. I wanted to set him on fire and toast marshmallows in the flame.

What, you may be wondering, has me so annoyed? Well, here it is.

I’m behind this guy in line at Starbucks and after he places his order the Starbucks chick (who is super sweet) looks over to me and asks, “Venti caramel frappuccino light with sugar free caramel, two Sweet&Lows, no whip, no drizzle?” I congratulated her on her awesome memory and told her how nice it was that she remembered (I get between 1-2 Starbucks a week, so it was especially nice that she remembered). The guy, who’s about 65, wearing a running suit, missing a fair amount of hair (though the rest was dyed) and not missing about 30 extra pounds, says to me while looking down his gin blossomed nose, “Wow, that sounds like an awful lot of calories for you to drink. And you probably have one a day, don’t you?”






Yeah, I was irate. But, instead of saying what I just so delicately wrote above in all caps, I said, “Actually no. It’s about 100 calories and no fat. The fat-free milk accounts for about 60 calories. The mix counts for about 40. Then the sugar-free caramel has 0 calories, as does the ice and Sweet&Low. It’s a great way to have a treat without ingesting 500 calories and 30 grams of fat, and it’s delicious.”

The reason I didn’t let this complete asshat HAVE it was that he wasn’t worth it. Here’s what I saw when I looked at him (and it made me sad because he clearly wanted to be something other that what he was):

  1. His attire screamed: “I want to be 30 years old again!” Not that men over 30 can’t wear running suits, I think they should! πŸ™‚ You’d have to have seen him to understand. Think of older women who dress like 15 year old hoochies and you’ll understand how this guy looked.
  2. His hair screamed: “I want to be 30 years old again!” as it was clearly dyed. I’m all about dyeing hair–I dyed mine yesterday. But I think he needs to reevaluate his color choice.
  3. His attitude screamed: All women should be perfect looking all the time, be 5’8″ and weigh 120 pounds and anything less than that is unacceptable–so I should try and make this frappuccino-ordering woman feel bad for wanting a treat.
  4. His demeanor screamed: I wouldn’t date a woman over 22 because anyone over that age is ugly, fat and used up. I’m a man, spelled M. A. N., and I only date super models and porn stars because I’m THAT good.

Under normal circumstances I wouldn’t have given any thought to how he looked. People have the right to look however they want to without being judged. But since he was the complete fucktard that he was and clearly casting aspersions at my not-rail-thin-self, I thought his “clamoring to look younger appearance” was relevant.

So, let me explain something to him and to anyone else that expects perfection.

  1. No one is perfect.
  2. No one should be perfect. It’s our imperfections that make us special and unique.
  3. 42 year old women are not supposed to look like they are 17. Everyone ages. Aging is okay. Aging is natural. Aging gracefully is a beautiful thing. Being happy with aging will help keep you sane as NO ONE can stop the aging process.
  4. Our bodies change as we age for a reason. From a strictly “keep the species from becoming extinct” point of view, women in their late teens through their mid-thirties look the way they do to attract the male of the species for the purpose of baby-making. That’s when we are typically the healthiest, our eggs are still young and plentiful, and childbearing should not kill us. As we get older our bodies start to change (so do male bodies, Mr. Starbucks Asshole). The shape of our bodies change due to the loss of estrogen after menopause and how the body reacts to that loss. Gravity starts to get the better of us. Our hair starts turning gray. These changes indicate to the male of the species (at the most primal level) that we are moving from child bearing age to another era of our lives. AND THAT IS OKAY!!! Why would a body that has been on the planet for 50 years be expected to look the same as a body that’s been on the planet for 20? Do most 30 year old cars look the same as they did the day they came off the showroom floor? Likely not. SO GET OVER THE DELUSION THAT WOMEN SHOULD LOOK YOUNG AND SLENDER FOREVER, EAT ONLY SALAD WITH JUST A SPRITZ OF LEMON AS DRESSING, AND AREN’T GOOD ENOUGH IF THEY DON’T!

We all have things about ourselves that we’d like to change. Everyone who reads my blog knows I gained about 10 pounds making (and EATING–yum!) all the food for the cookbook. And while I’m watching what I eat in order to lose those 10 pounds, I’m not sitting around measuring my ass and crying over it. I like how I look, curves and all. I’ve always had curves. Even when it wasn’t cool to have them (think the 80s), I still liked having curves. From any angle, I definitely look like a woman.

Here’s me at 16 and 17 going to my junior and senior proms (good grief–that make-up and hair!!!):

I've never been that tan again!

I’ve never been that tan again!

Yep, I gots me a tush!

Yep, I gots me a tush!

Curves everywhere in the mirror reflection

Curves everywhere in the mirror reflection

Here’s me now:

Baby still got back! ;)

Baby still got back! πŸ˜‰

HA! Look at that furry cowie!!! I had no idea cowies could be that furry!!!

Anyway, my point by putting in cutie cowie is that I don’t have anything to prove to anyone, especially some ass face at the Starbucks. You guys all know what I look like–you can’t escape my silly self on the Internet. And even if I had rounded out to the point of becoming bovine, so what? Why should anyone care? As long as I like who I am and as long as you like who you are, who else should judge?

So please, let’s all let ourselves and others off the Perfection Hook a bit. Okay? When we die will people at our funeral say, “Wow, I would be sadder if only she’d been 10 pounds thinner…” NO! Ultimately what do we want said at our funeral. “She was so thin her whole life–she held up well, even if she was a bitch because she was hungry all the time.” Or, “I will miss her so much. She was sweet and funny and showed love to others every day of her life.” I don’t know about you, but I’d pick the second option any day. πŸ˜‰

Unless your weight is making you unhealthy, don’t sweat the pounds so much. Who said everyone had to be skinny? And certainly don’t sweat the pounds of others. First off, it’s nun-ya as my hubby would say (as in none of your business). Second, who is anyone to judge anyone else’s weight? Third, you never know why a person is big (or thin). It could be a love of cupcakes or it could be emotional trauma or it could be a physical issue. But regardless of any of that, who cares? There are so many other things to consider about a person–their ass being one size larger than they may like shouldn’t be at the top of that list.

Good grief, I’m exhausted!!! So to end all of this let me throw some cliches at you, since I’m flat out of creative things to say.

  1. Shut your fucking piehole if ya ain’t got nothin’ nice to say.
  2. Those without sin, cast the first stone. Then choke to death on a pig’s foot, please.
  3. Quit being a fucking prick or Jodi will end you with a hammer and a potato peeler.

Okay, I’m done! πŸ™‚ Have a good night and love your muffin top! πŸ˜‰

63 comments on “Horrible, inexcuable language here. Don’t read this rant. It’ll shorten your life by at least a year. I greatly dislike fu*kheads.

  1. Hahaha, I admire his big balls or lack of filter. I’m a filter less fucktard myself and even I don’t harass strange women about their appearance….to their face. Thanks for the chuckle. It was worth the one less year of life.


  2. Oh my god, Jodi–I am squirting red wine out my nose….I LOVE your blog posts…you are very real and true to yourself and to women everywhere! Should you ever decide to hunt that ass-hole down and sing “I Am Woman, Hear Me Roar” please let me know and I’ll be there with you, singing off-key but in full voice!


    • I made you nose squirt red wine?? I LOVE THAT!! I’m just tickled pink. πŸ™‚

      Thank you so much for the sweetness! I’d have liked to kick his ass out the door, across the street, into the parking lot and in front of a car, but I tried to remain ladylike as my mama taught me. NOT EASY!! πŸ™‚ If I ever do spot him again, I’ll let you know immediately and we can both sing, “I am woman, hear me roar (and fuck off asshat!!!)” off-key! πŸ™‚ XOXOXOXO Love ya!


    • You liked my furry cowie!!!! I’m so glad. I love him and want one in my backyard!! πŸ™‚ I was going to put up a real picture but then I thought–why? I like the cowie, so I’m using him.

      I know, my prom boys were very rock-n-roll! I’m quite sure my date used more hair spray than I did. πŸ™‚ At the time, I LOVED his hair!! πŸ™‚ And yeah, since I married Thor, I guess you could say I still like that long-haired, bad boy look. πŸ™‚ Mmmmm…mmmmm…mmmmm…


  3. Holy smokes your a live firecracker Jodi! I admire your ability to hold back the flames – that guy was seriously rude. Somewhere, sometime some chic will put him down. Hard! You look hot in those prom outfits! Lovely curves indeed. πŸ˜‰


    • I love being a little firecracker! πŸ™‚ He was seriously rude! Jerk! And I hope beyond hope that some other chick will put him in his place. I try very hard to bite my tongue in most cases, so I’d love to think that some other chick won’t. πŸ™‚ Thanks for the prom dress sweetness! I loved those dang dresses–still have them in the closet. Curves Rule! πŸ™‚


  4. You are too funny. But seriously, I would have taken a knitting needle out of my purse (because yes, I always have some kind of knitting in my purse) and stabbed that mo fo in the damn eye. Then punched him in the throat. Then cut his balls off with the little scissors in the little kit in my knitting bag. And then yelled, “That’s what you get!!” like my kids did when they were little and hurt one another when they didn’t mean to. Yeah, I totally get it. Incidentally, it must me “love yourself” day because my blog post, although not about some prick in line at Starbucks, was about knowing you are beautiful and enough.


    • I love that your post today was about being happy with who you are! πŸ™‚ That is awesome. I’m tellin’ ya, there’d be world peace if people learned to like themselves and not hold themselves to ridiculous standards. πŸ™‚

      As for your absolutely delectable description of his demise–BRAVO!!! I LOVED IT!!! Knitting needle, scissors, stabbing, punching and de-balling. How could I not love that???!!! πŸ™‚ Thanks for being such a supportive sweetheart. Hugs!


      • I just read this to my husband and the one about the snatch monster and road rage and he laughed his ass off. He’s pretty sure you and I were separated at birth. I sent a Facebook message to my mom. I think she may have some explaining to do.


        • Yay!!! I’m so happy they made you and the hubby laugh! The snatch monster! NOOOOO!!! Run! Run for your lives!! πŸ˜‰

          Hmmmm…may need to go have a chat with my mom too… God help the world if there truly are two of us! πŸ˜‰


  5. Superhuman restraint, Jodie! I’ve met that guy – he gave me his opinion of me for having a pound cake (which I don’t like and bought for my husband) in my shopping cart. Shame I hadn’t stocked up with a bunch of junk for ME first.

    Maybe when your furry cowie grows up (and weighs anywhere from 500 pounds to a ton) she can step all over his obnoxious self.


    • Why thank you! I truly had to take a deep breath and remember that I’d prefer my home to prison. It’s the only thing that kept me for going ballistic on his stupid ass. πŸ™‚ I can’t believe you had someone do that to you over a pound cake!! ASS FACE!!!! And it sucks worse because it wasn’t even for you. My defenses would have wanted to say, “It’s not for me, you dick.” But my other half would have thought, “Why do I have to defend my purchases to some prick in line?” Maybe he choked to death on a Twinkie. Just desserts–no pun intended. πŸ™‚


  6. Jesus F*kin Christ! YOU, Jodi, were so nice not to let him have it then and there and not to stoop to his level. What an ignorant prickwad!

    PS: You look hot in those photos, but sadly, the dress does not….


    • I am going to call myself St. Jodi for at least another week for not losing my temper! πŸ˜‰ Yep, total ignorant prickwad!

      Thanks for the sweetness…although I must say, in 1987 and 1988 those dresses kicked ass!! πŸ™‚ Just remember, you always have to forgive the stylings of the 80s. We knew no better. πŸ™‚


  7. Number 2-soooo right! I hate when people judge. It’s the number one thing in this world that makes me throw out the rants and F word. Never judge until you’ve lived a day in my life or walked a mile in shoe. Great post!


    • Exactly!!! Judgey people annoy the poop outta me. I want to say, “Go live your own life, dick face, and don’t worry about mine.” Of course, I want to say it less politely. πŸ˜‰

      So happy you enjoyed. πŸ™‚


      • πŸ™‚ Sometimes I feel like we should just say what we really want. When I’m out and stuff like this happens, sometimes I let go of my filter just for fun. Too many assholes out there like this guy, more judgement and insincerity. I feel like it’s the only way some people know how to learn. I love your posts πŸ™‚


        • I have to agree. To be quite honest, that’s why I did it here instead of to his face. To him, I’d just be some screaming shrew in the Starbucks. But to everyone here, I get to say my peace in the way I want to and hopefully help at least one person see that being perfect isn’t what life is about. It’s all about being healthy and happy. So, I just reroute my anger and spill it all here. Though I must admit, doing so isn’t always easy as I sometimes just really wanna mix it up with dickheads like that guy. πŸ˜‰ I’m really happy you like visiting me here. πŸ™‚ It’s great getting to know you. πŸ™‚


  8. Yep, it must be Blogger’s “Let Your Inner Beauty Shine” Day. I, too, wrote about women looking for our Holy Grail in skincare while you never see men in advertisements complaining about their “wrinkles, fine lines and crow’s feet”. I’m so tired of men comparing women to what they see on the big screen while they never look at themselves in the mirror and realize that the aging clock has hit them too. I would have cut him off at the knees quite icily tho after you said your peace….you were too kind!


    • I love the idea of a Let Your Inner Beauty Shine Day!!! If we have to suffer through Valentine’s Day, I think we should be allowed our new holiday! πŸ™‚

      As for not seeing men in ads complaining about their wrinkles–preach on. We are so conditioned to believe that men with wrinkles are dashing and distinguished (I think they are!) and that women are just old and ugly if they have them (SO NOT TRUE!!). I think of wrinkles as a badge of honor and wisdom. You don’t get smile lines unless you’ve spent your life smiling. You don’t get crows feet unless you’ve smiled a bunch and/or enjoyed yourself merrily in the outdoors. It’s not that I want to wake up tomorrow covered in them, but I’ll take them as they come and not whine about it because they are just a natural part of getting older and one step closer to Heaven.

      Oh, and I so wish you’d been there as I would have LOVED to have seen you put the SOB in his place!! πŸ™‚ I’d have bought your coffee and even gotten you a treat! πŸ™‚


    • I pretty much wanna smack the skin off of anyone, young or old, that is so full of dumbfuckery! πŸ˜‰ Hmmmm…snatchmonsters! If you look a bit down on the right side of my page, you’ll see a listing of my most recent posts. My Road Rage/Snatchmonster post should be there. It is horrible in its horribleness! πŸ˜‰


  9. So funny! I’ve learned years ago that if you’re going to give some sort of a smart ass observation to a woman, especially one you don’t know, it has better be funny!

    As I scrolled down through the pictures I had a few thoughts.
    1) You look stunning…but for the guys, damn those eighties! I was sure I was looking at captures from one the Friends episodes when they go back in time!
    2) When I got to the last picture, I laughed so much I spilled my triple shot, full fat Trenta latte sprinkled with bacon bits!!!

    You kill me Jodi!


    • My dear, you have MUCH wisdom!!! Why on earth anyone would think that behavior is appropriate is beyond me. πŸ™‚

      As to your wonderful thoughts:
      1) Thank you!! You are such a sweetie. πŸ™‚ Yeah, the 80s were unkind to our fashion sense! We were learning from Miami Vice! We had no good role models! πŸ˜‰
      2) I am tickled pink that my cowie friend made you chuckle! I figured he’d be a lot more entertaining than me trying to prove that I still look decent enough for public consumption by putting in some posed pic flaunting the T&A. Much more fun to put in my little cowie buddy! I WANT ONE TO SNUGGLE, DAMMIT!! πŸ™‚ Mmmmm….triple shot, full fat Trenta latte with bacon…mmmm (think Homer Simpson drooling!). πŸ™‚

      Have a good night, doll! XO


  10. I think I’ll give up drinking coffee now and find a nice quiet teashop somewhere.I shall wear a kaftan top so no-one sees the few extra pounds ( OK stones) I’m carrying nor the fact that my (undyed) widows peak is threatening to go full circle on my head. I’ll take to nodding at people instead of speaking and not be judgemental.
    No way am I risking upsetting Jodi in case she’s carrying a hammer that day.


    • Holy shit, I’m dying laughing over here!!! DYING!!! Just so you know, I carry a hammer every day. It’s even personalized, “This belongs to Jodi. Approach at your own risk.” πŸ˜‰ Actually, I do have a Swiss Army knife that is personalized. It says, “Jodi. Bad ass mo fo.” I kid you not!! I always take it on trips with me and my luggage always gets searched. I’m sure it’s good for a TSA chuckle or two. πŸ™‚


  11. LOVE LOVE LOVE this post! BTW… I think you’re beautiful! Not sure how you were able to keep your composure over his comment. I would have gone for the jugular and made a comment about his hair. lol Seriously, I’ve done it before.

    You know, we ALL have body issues. I’ve battled with a life threatening disease for many years now. They thought it would kill me so I can say that I’m just actually happy to be alive. Anyway, my issue is that I’m entirely too skinny from my stomach issues. It doesn’t look good when you’re 46. You need a little fat on your face to fill in the wrinkles! lol I’d pretty much kill to have a few curves.


    • My post LOVES you back! πŸ™‚ And thank you…what a sweet thing to say. πŸ™‚

      Honest to goodness, I wanted to say something but just didn’t. What I often think about when confronted with a situation like that is, “What would I do if my mom was standing here with me?” It helps me take the high road more often than not. But it sure as hell isn’t easy!!!

      I’m so sorry to hear you’ve had such a tough time with your body. I’ve spent half my life in a hospital too, so I understand how scary all of that is. And like you, I’m just happy to be here. Going through all of that is probably one of the things that gives us a good perspective on life. We know how fleeting it can be. Please know that I’m sending tons of prayers for you to feel good every day. πŸ™‚

      How about this, we average our weights together and then split it down the middle? You could have a little more curve and I could have slightly less ass. πŸ™‚ XOXOXOXO


      • HAHAHAAAAAAA! Yes let’s do average our weight! Why didn’t I think of that? lmao Thank you SO much for the prayers and know they’re coming right back to you. Yes, life is WAY too fleeting to maybe even give jerk off guy a second thought. Good idea about imagining your mom standing beside you! lol


        • Few things on earth scare me as much as “The Mom Look of Horrific Disappointment.” It keeps me on the straight and narrow more often than I’d like to admit. πŸ˜‰ Thanks for chucking the prayers back at me. You are such a sweetheart. Much love! XO


  12. people who say things like that are just projecting their own thought onto you. If that self-important Ahole felt like he couldn’t order something like that for whatever fear he might have, its absolutely unjustifiable for him to project his fear or self shame on you! you go girl. speak your mind!


  13. Oh, Jodi! πŸ™‚ You are hilarious and that guy deserves his nuts roasting over an open flame. I can’t believe someone – a stranger! – could be so inexcusably rude!!! Well I can, that’s the problem, I’ve seen it a hell of a lot myself, though I’ve somehow not managed to be the recipient yet. And I’m certainly no swizzle stick; I gots more ass than… a thing with lots of ass… o.O

    Congratulations on dealing with it with more grace than I could have and than this idiot deserved.


    • I am so happy you enjoyed! πŸ™‚ Ranting is so much fun. I too was stunned that some dude off the street would be so rude. Prick.

      As for your tush…I simply LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE this: ” And I’m certainly no swizzle stick; I gots more ass than… a thing with lots of ass…” That has to be one of the best things I’ve ever read!! Ass is an awesome thing! My hubby had only dated really slender girls before me and (this is soooo TMI!) I remember his reaction when he first grabbed hold of my hips–the man was in heaven. He loved having something to hold on to. He says his favorite part of my body is where my waist (thankfully still quite small) turns into my hips. He says it’s so womanly. He calls me his 70s super model–which I LOVE!! Nothing wrong with being slender–I love all body types, but it’s nice to have a man that appreciates a little cushion! πŸ™‚


      • Hehee, thank you.
        I used to be so paranoid and upset about it, but I figure, since my fellah most certainly likes it, then why do I really need to worry about it?

        70s super model though… that’s brilliant! ^_^

        I have a friend that calls me Sexy Balls (and I still don’t really know why o.O) so you’re winning the nickname game. πŸ˜‰


        • Bootie is awesome!!! I was always worried about mine–it seemed like every girl I knew growing up had a size 2 tush. Ugh! But just like you, as long as my man likes it, I’m good to go! πŸ˜‰

          Yeah, I love his nickname for me. It tickles me pink. πŸ™‚ Though Sexy Balls is pretty awesome. Well, the sexy part. You don’t look like you have balls, so that part would confuse me too. πŸ˜‰ XOXO Still cute though.


  14. LOL, I am laughing because I react the way you do. I am boiling inside but then I act too cool and offer a polite line. But then, I get home and I am so mad because I should have said something better … and don’t let it go for a day or so (in my mind). Some people just don’t know how to start a conversation and lack social graces – that is how I end up trying to understand it. Eventually I forget about it, except for that old man in the farm market that refered to my husband as my son, ten years ago. And no I don’t look like my husband’s mother, we look age appropriate for each other,and I was much younger then, so you know he was just being an idiot. Anyhow, that one still boils my blood.


    • We are two peas in a pod! I really do try to be gracious in public, even when irate. God bless blogging as a form of Internet therapy! πŸ˜‰ As for the “son” comment–holy moly!! People can be such dumb asses. Good grief. I think some people just like to start shit and find insidious ways to do it. Jerks. πŸ™‚ That’s why it’s good that you and I rise above–no need to feed their nastiness.


  15. Believing that tact is directly proportional to increasint the odds of misunderstanding, I tend not to bother with filters. But I do exercise the “say nothing at all” part.

    I had been considering my own Starbucks customers rant, but yours has eclipsed my rough-not-yet-much-of-a-draft. Thanks for the amusing comments. And for what it’s worth, there’s no such thing as horrible, inexcusable language.


    • I try (“try” being the operative word) to be both tactful and forthright (read abusive and filter-free!) πŸ˜‰ as often as possible, but like you said, in some cases the “say nothing at all” is the wisest choice. πŸ™‚ And honest to God, so much of my tongue-biting comes from mom teaching me to be polite and always respectful of my elders. It isn’t always easy, but who need one more screaming shrew in the world?? πŸ˜‰

      I say, RANT AWAY!!! I always love a good rant. πŸ™‚ And I totally agree that there is no such thing as horrible, inexcusable language–that was my way of warning people who might not like the word “fuck” to avoid my blog and not whine at me for my language. I’m always a little surprised when people give me shit about my language as I clearly love 4-letter words. πŸ™‚ Hugs!!!


    • Oh my God…that about made me spit my friggin’ FRAPPUCCINO all over my sofa! πŸ˜‰ In honor of this post I thought I’d treat myself to a bonus Frapp this week. That guy can suck it! πŸ˜‰ Thanks for making me giggle. πŸ™‚


  16. Jodi, My question to you…why do you care about a stranger at Starbucks, much less his thoughts and/or judgements of you? Possibly it was nothing more then a man lacking in the well needed social skills thinking he was being interesting, engaging and brilliant. But instead “stepped in it.” Personally I would have just wished him a nice day….sounds like he was going to need it.


    • Oh, believe me, I don’t care about his judgments nor did I take them to heart. One of the best things my mom ever taught me was “consider the source.” Those 3 words have kept me much happier my whole life because it helps me keep perspective on things people say and do. What got under my skin was his rudeness to a complete stranger. It wasn’t that he said it to me, specifically. I’d have been just as inflamed if he said it to another chick in front of me.

      The reason I kept my cool is that I don’t like to meet rudeness with rudeness, tempting though it may be. I’d rather do a funny ranting post so that people can enjoy the insanity. πŸ™‚


  17. Oh my this had me laughing hysterically. They guy is a total douchebag. But i have to say the post didn’t shorten my life by half a year, I’d say it lengthened it. We all need to rant and have a great chuckle once in a while. Great post.


  18. Holy asscrackers Batman. I remember a story a few months back about a fitness nut (and personal injury lawyer so I already didn’t like him) who sent a letter to a news anchor criticizing her for being overweight and said being on the evening news while being overweight was a bad influence on younger girls. Then the jerkoff actually offered to help her lose weight so she could be a shining example. Well this news woman called him out ON THE NEWS. That certainly shut him up. Anyways, I’ve always been a fan of curves. I mean, who wants to stare at a woman that has the body of a sickly 13 year old boy? There is a group on Facebook called “curvy girls appreciation” that post photos of various women that aren’t exactly a size 2 and they are absolutely gorgeous. Wow, that certainly was a long comment wasn’t it?


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