I love fashion. I love clothes. I love everything about getting dressed. It sucks when what you love the most also hurts you too. The clothes I want to wear look good on skinny people. Jeans don’t fit over my thighs. And it’s not a matter of love the skin you’re in and you’ll look good in everything, because I do love myself for the most part. It’s just a very annoying observation that’s always been true for me. But yeah, I’m not gonna lie, I’d love to be skinny. Would love, love, love more than anything to be skinny. To never have to worry about something not fitting, or not looking good. I just want the person I want to be and the person I see myself as to match what I see in the mirror.