I had a DingDong for breakfast
In other words, I need some friends. I'm 20 years old, married, have a 1-year-old daughter. When I felt bad because I was the fattest out of my friends, my mom would tell me it was baby fat and that it would go away. I told her to quit telling me that when I was 13 or 14, and accepted that I would be fat forever. . . . . .…
