Whippersnapper! Get off my lawn!

Sometimes I’m at a decent peace with my body.

And then sometimes I see the 24-year-old assistant leaving the office in her yoga clothes.

Right, then. Never eating again.

(And because I’ve spoken to nothing but just…fucking idiots all day, please don’t make me explain that it’s a joke.)

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