Physiological My @$$

On tumblr, there's a picture that someone posted that is a big word search and it says "Physiological find-a-word. The first 3 words you find describes you".

Kid you not, I found whore, broke, and fat. I may be broke but I am definitely NOT the other two. Although I may feel fat, I kind of have to be, you know, ... *cough* sexually active.... to even qualify as a whore.

And although I know it's really stupid and not true, it left me really depressed.

Why did I find those words first, I wonder?

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