I Spanked a Stranger, and I Liked It

Anorexic, I ain't. In fact, I should bend on dimpled knee and beg Bob Harper to whip my atomic ass into a shape other than round. But I don't really feel like doing that right now because I'm cool with who I am. After all, my personality is pretty banging, and I've been seeing a therapist for a year now to help me cope with the fact that my mom called me on my birthday and offered to pay to send me to The Biggest Loser Resort as a gift. With Prozac's help, I've learned to find the story more