#Chapter53
I exit the bathroom and make my way towards my closet.
As I enter through the door way I flip the switch up, illuminating the abnormally large room.
A smile immediately makes its way onto my face at the sight of its contents.
Most of my wardrobe has came from sponsorships and collaborations meaning that about ninety percent of the clothes in my closet I did not pay for.
While I am incredibly grateful for all of these clothes I am thinking about donating most of them.
I have not and most likely will not wear any of them because...well I just hate the way I look in them.
The way the fat of my stomach will cause the material of my shirts or dresses to poke out.
Or the way my inner thigh fat will be on complete display if I decide to wear a simple pair of shorts.
It is all absolutely unflattering on me.
