Just where do you get off?

Maybe I am being insensitive, for all I know you could have grown up in a housewhere every mirror was one of those funhouse carnival mirrors that makes you look skinny and tall. Maybe there are no mirrors at all, but even that wouldn’t give you an excuse. Can you honestly say you have no concept of what you look like? I mean, the reaction on peoples’ faces when they pass you on the street (the same look one might give a giant manatee perhaps) should be evidence enough.
“XxSex-ci MamixX”? “Hottie_4_u69”? “Curv1laciou$Ch1cka”?
Can you honestly and with good conscience make this your myspace, facebook, andxpeeps (whichby the way you have no right to have)names? I think you know that none of them really “suits” you. Except maybe the last, but only in the same waythat the meteor that killed the dinosaurs had “curves”, but even that’s a mile long stretch (I understand that you might not know what a mile is considering you most-likely skipped the gym days in school where they made you run it, but please try to bare with me).
Despite what your gay best friend tells you and “the angles” camera shot lies your pictures are trying to put forth: you are a disgusting cow and everyone hopes you have one more drink before you get behind the wheel, assuming you can fit behind said wheel.