One of the best benefits of being compact-sized. Until you need to reach something on the top shelf…
I used to be compact sized, and I so desperately want to be again. I’ve been working out again, trying to get this 125ish lbs back down below 110. It’s driving me crazy. Part of me wishes I could develop an eating disorder to hurry the process. It also doesn’t help that my self esteem is shit to zero. I’d like to get laid, like tonight, but too bad there aren’t any prospects or friendlies I can text or call. I think waking up alone every single fucking day is draining me. I’m sick of playing the singles game, even though I’ve gotten quite good at it. Any takers? ha!
