DON'T YOU DARE CALL ANYONE FAT

I was in the elevator a few minutes ago.


Ok, so before that, you need to know something.


I, just for myself, don't wear tight tops or idk short pants A LOT because I'm aiming to burn fat first. It's a personal thing. I just don't feel comfortable. I have this dream of doing all that AFTER I get a flat stomach or get abs idk.


Now here's the thing.


I entered the elevator and there was this girl standing like she owned the damn lift.


She was wearing black short pants. A dark green sleeveless top. Had her hair tied back in a bun. Casually standing against the wall of the elevator with ankles crossed. Looking at her phone.


She wasn't model-sized. 


But she gave off a powerful vibe.


Like, we didn't even talk. I just entered the lift and the confidence in her body language struck me. How she didn't give one damn about her size and wore whatever the hell she wanted to wear. 


I loved it.


She didn't say one word. 


But I was able to write an entire page on her.



~Insane Little Brunette, talking about the girl in the elevator.