Oh how we love those nasty proofs of fat.
So here I am. Talking about one of our biggest annoyances, disturbances and embarassments.
Ugh. Just the name gives me shivers. And what's to like? Those little lines that run up our thighs are just friggin' disgusting! And sometimes it's not even our fault! I mean we're young, right? We don't eat THAT much junk food!! Why must we start so EARLY in life! Why not when we're 60 when sex will hardly be an issue?? (Well, maybe for you guys but uh.....)And what if we wanna be in a movie, or become famous or something? Or MODEL even? No-one's going to pick US. They'll be like "Oh, what is THAT on your lower thigh?" and you'll reply "Well, I HAVE been eating a lot of Doritos lately..." and they'll be like "NEXT!!!" and then what?? You'll cry and sob and wonder why cellulite even exists!! IT IS NOT RIGHT. But see, cellulite doesn't just affect us if we HAVE it. It affects us if other people have it too. Why you ask? Have you ever gone to Old Montreal in the summertime and seen all those 40 year old rollerbladers with shorts so high they'd be qualified as thongs?? The cellulited asses are GROSS. I mean PROJECTILE VOMIT all the way across the Pacific ocean here. DISgusting. It affects all the people around us even though we don't realize it. It is NOT something to be shown off. Sure, you can have the "I don't care what anyone thinks!" attitude, but for G-ds sake, can you also have the "I don't want to make anyone have to be sick on the sidewalk!" attitude? Please!