I’ve been spending all of my time getting thicc.
Yes. Thicc.
Anyone can be thicc with the right mindset, love. Beanpoles included. Ultimately, the different variations of thiccness include me several times over. Either you’re blinder than you’ve accused me of being or you just haven’t seen me from the side. Either way… Wrong.
😋 Slim Thicc.
I’ve never seen somebody use so many words and yet say so little. This is a load of mindless drivel that boils down to “Me say me thicc, so me thicc”. Trust me, honey, that hip pop may have some of the guys fooled, but not me. I see right through that flimsy attempt at adding bulk to your hips.
Slim thicc my ass. You’re just slim, full stop.
I suppose it’s a good thing I’m not attempting to impress you or anyone else then, right? Not sure what hole you emerged from to come and inform me that my body shape doesn’t suit your ideal representation of thicc, but how about we get you back there so you can sleep off the crankiness before you pop a vein?
Whatever I am, I’m pulling it off far better than you. That’s fact.
