oh, btw, i've figured it out. i don't really need anti-depressants to regulate my moods, i just need midol. although, i'm not sure which is worse, the moods or these fucking cramps. ugh.
here's a link to make all the bloated, crampy girls feel better about themselves: fat girls are gorgeous.
you have to look past the typography issues and unfortunate colour scheme and the almost-naked photos of the author, but once you do, he's got an empowering message for those of us who despair of ever being loved for being rounder than average.
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