We don't get on.They're dry and bland and the texture of them in my mouth makes my tongue hate me. The only thing they're good for is ruining fruit trifles and salads, and they're basically just like reject apples. I have a seriously great distaste for these bad boys, but today I found out that I am one.
That's right, ladies and gentlemen, I have discovered that I am a pear.
Poor pear.But yes! I have measured my waist-hip ratio and not only discovered that I have the exact same ratio as Marilyn Monroe (oh yeah.) but also that I'm a pear shape.
Though as good as that sounds, all it means is that I have a bit of an arse and a modest bust, but a pretty dashing waist.
Yay..?
I don't understand why we need labels for female body shapes, nevermind the amount of labels that we actually do have! I had to wade through an abundance of fruits before being able to read what health risks I carry by simply having weight spread around my hips. It's ridiculous!
You can be an apple, pear, carrot, column, spoon, banana, hourglass, bell, and my persnoal favourite, a butternut squash...?!!?!
Surely a woman's a woman, regardless of how well her body resembles a fruit?
Also, I'd rather be something that people don't eat.
I'll be on edge for the rest of my life now.
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