K. Biladi Khabitha

Age: 23

Height: 5’3

Weight: None of your business!

Dominating Color: -

Occupation: “journalist”; mechanic; cat lady

Favorite Food: key lime pie

Hates: you (Wait, not really! Where are you going!), being cold

theme: My Little Demon - Fleetwood Mac

ahahahaha, the fantroll lives again

It’s the small horrors that put things into perspective. You can spend your whole life aware that you should be able to see your own feet, but you mightn’t realize how bad it is that you can’tuntil you’re trying bras on at Macy’s.

“Ki-i-i-i-im,” I whined in a singsong as I left the dressing room stall, “I’m fat.”

My best friend, who had colonized one waiting bench with yarns and ring-shaped placemarkers, didn’t look up from her knitting. “Mm?”

“I don’t know how I hadn’t noticed it sooner, Kim. What am I gonna do?”I handed the reject garments off to the clerk at the entrance, unable to look into her judgy eyes.

“You could start by making your own coffee instead of buying from Kathy’s,” said Kim as she folded her belongings into a cavernous shoulder bag and got up to join me. “The drinks there are like seventy-eight percent sugar, you know.”