I told J.P. that I wanna be a model. There's so many problems with that. Model's are talll, I'm average. Model's are skinny, I'm, well, not. But I wanna do it. It will spit in the faces of the people who were meanie heads to me. And it would make people see my weirdness with food, find out I'm a model and go "Ooohhh!" and just ignore it in the end.
So, Miss J.P. told me to talk to my mommy about it. All of this works well with the time because I have a membership with the local gym and I've quit binging. So, we're going dress shopping and if Dad doesn't go with us I'll talk to her about it. Anything you gals and gents wanna tell me about this crap?
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