I used to think the worst thing a man could say to me was that I was too much. Too wide. Too soft. Too heavy to want.
I was wrong.
The worst thing was hearing it while I was already on my knees, my fat ass in the air, spit running down...
I used to think the worst thing a man could say to me was that I was too much. Too wide. Too soft. Too heavy to want.
I was wrong.
The worst thing was hearing it while I was already on my knees, my fat ass in the air, spit running down...