I wish I had a pair of skinny genes.

Call a girl beautiful 1000 times and she won’t notice. Call her fat once and she will never forget. That’s because elephants never forget.

I can now tell the hour of the day by which part of my body needs a heating pad.

I hate it when my body decides to get sick. I gave you a vegetable last week, how dare you.

I was just viciously body shamed by my mirror.

My body is a machine that turns pizza into diarrhea.

If only my teeth were as white as my legs.

There are a 100 billions nerves in the human body, and there are people who have the ability to irritate all of them.

I’m not sure how long my body can handle this “getting out of bed early in the morning” nonsense.

If biscuits were slimming and contained every nutrient the human body needs, I’d be in terrific shape.

I would like to thank my arms for always being by my side, my legs for always supporting me, and my fingers, because I can always count on them.

When you bury a body, cover it with endangered plants, so it’s illegal to dig it up. Follow me for more gardening tips!

My muffin top has become a full blown birthday cake.

People who wear jeans for fun around their house have bodies buried in their backyard.

My body is like an elastic band – no matter how I stretch it, it goes back to the nap position.

I would like to thank my arms for always being by my side. My legs for always supporting me. And my fingers because I can always count on them.

Declined stepping on the scale at the doctor’s office because no one needs that kind of negativity in her life.

Out of all my body parts, I’m sure my eyes are in the best shape. I do at least 463 eye rolls a day.

I hate that moment when you are tired and sleepy but as soon as you go to bed your body is like “just kidding.”

Does anyone else stare at the dead body in movies to see if you can catch them breathing?

“I’m still young”, I tell myself, as my knees make popping noises while standing up.

Wanted to update everybody on my diet. I’ve decided it’s okay to be fat.

But are we sure that stomachs are meant to be flat?

I’ll be like “I’m fine” then shake my leg at 150 mph.

Sometimes my body needs to be punished by Taco Bell.