when god made me he had the no middle sliders rule but went opposites so like small eyes big nose small mouth big face small shoulders big arms small wrists/hands big chest small waist big hips/thighs short legs big calves small ankles/feet and then went absolutely ham on all of the bad traits boom allergies, back problems, hip problems, anxiety, nail biter, short attention span, fidgety, and then went ok but you can sing and draw and you're a super nice and artsy person ok. disproportionately nice. So here's my theory about the parallel universe in which we're all monster factory creations and i'm the main character-














