You all know that I am a pretty chill lady. I may rant a bit, but it is almost always about a pretty serious issue, such as insecurity and feminism. I’m not going to punch you out if you insult my hair or drop by books. I save aggression and fighting for important situations, like rape jokes and discrimination. All of this is true, until we arrive at the subject of food. I pay attention to what I eat a lot on my own. I try to be healthy, I plan ahead, and I fill myself up. So when I’m at the grocery store I think I deserve a little bit more respect from the high school check-out girl. Honey, DO NOT look at my piece of apple pie with disdain. I’m sure you are quite happy eating lettuce leaves for each and every meal (which I assume you must be doing after judging me for a single piece of pie) but I am different my friend. Do you know what this pie represents? I ATE A FRIGGIN SALAD FOR LUNCH TODAY. I DESERVE A PIECE OF PIE. She has no right to judge anything in my cart. Yes, I need those eyeshadow colors dear. Yes, that instant oatmeal belongs to me. She better watch who she’s judging at the checkout counter, because I am the wrong muchacha. I WILL put every piece of individual fruit on your conveyer without barcodes. I WILL buy sets of cooking knives. She thinks pie is weird? Wait till I give her a cart full to the brim with feminine products and Depends adult diapers. Have at it my dear. I’ll be over here eating my pie.
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