Once upon a time, I was head over heels for a guy who told me I was “out of shape”. Mind you, at the time, I was taking 3 hours of dance a day. I do not fit the description of out of shape in the slightest. I realized all he was looking for was a line down the middle of my stomach. That’s a fucking genetic thing. Right now, I’m really fucking in shape. I still don’t have a defined line down the middle of my stomach, but I do have a solid abdominal outline.
Long story short, I’m a really fucking beautiful person and the next time anybody tells me otherwise I’ll crush their head with my abs.