Who says I don't eat?

For the last time, all you jealous-of-skinny-people skeptics.

I am not anorexic.

I am just naturally skinny.

And if me making fat jokes is rude, well, you making skinny jokes isn't that much better.

For your information, I do eat.

Probably more often than you do. And in larger portions.

Don't hate me for my high metabolism rate. Know that my heart has to work a lot harder than yours to help me stay this size. Know that because my heart works a lot harder than yours, I'm more likely to die a whole lot earlier than you.

I like eating rubbish like the super thick toast they have in Kim Gary. With lots of sweetened condensed milk/peanut butter/margarine.

This is a horrible, sickly picture, I know. But it was only because I was dumped the night before. I swear. At least I was still eating.

See, I can usually finish off one whole pizza by myself. Only if it's for lunch or dinner. With a serving of pasta.

I'm not often that barbaric. I just like to look ugly for the camera. At least I didn't chew and gape.

The best nasi lemak is always served wrapped in a banana leaf. And it must not cost more than two bucks. Or it wouldn't taste as good anymore.

So yes, I do eat.

And look at the trouble I go to just to prove to you that I have no intentions of starving myself to death.

I hope you're really happy now.