Candi was so happy. She knew she had found the perfect dress for tonight. First it was kinda pink but not quite. Second, it totally showed off her nipples and her implants. Third, it gave Sir easy access to check to see how wet she was for him. And for him to use her if he needed. It was super hard work spending all day finding the perfect dress. But Candi loved her job of being a trophy wife. She couldn’t understand why other women worked jobs they hated.
Candi should have also gone to get her nails done while she was out shopping. A proper punishment should help her remember that.
it’s weird when i step outside of my firmly anti-diet social circle and hear a person talking about doing some pretty severe calorie restriction as if that’s totally normal. like how the fuck do i even begin explaining to someone i barely know that eating only 1300 calories a day is extremely bad for you and that basically everything they think they know about nutrition is false.
the average thin person is so afraid of becoming fat that they’ll do things which are extremely bad for them on every level with zero upsides (calorie restriction is even likely to cause future weight gain!) and this is completely normalized in mainstream culture. anti-fat discrimination is so deeply ingrained in the systems of our society and it’s so fucked.
Diet people never even seem to remember that a calorie is only a measurement of energy, specifically the energy it takes to raise the temperature of water by one degree. Theres no single solid definition of what a “calorie” is in your food and most labelling of such is just spitballing but people talk about it like it’s a literal 1 to 1 measure of how fat a food will make you.
As someone with maladaptive eating habits that does not eat enough or well enough when i do eat i hate this. “dont eat mcdonalds look at all those calories” like yeah ikr? Fuckton of calories and I only have to eat like 3 things. Now I won’t have to suffer food withdrawal symptoms. I had an awful migraine yesterday and I know it’s because I didn’t eat anything or drink enough water.
Not eating enough does not make you look good or feel good. It does not make you healthy and it’s not going to make you happy. Your body needs that shit to make the chemicals to keep you from going insane. Eat food.
The thing is nobody at pride is evaluating you to determine if you’re queer enough to be there because they’re too busy thinking “it’s so hot out” and “why is this lemonade 12 dollars?”
