🖕 F*ck That: A Love Letter to My Sanity

Dear processed food, judgmental people, sugar-coated lies, and toxic vibes:

It’s not me. It’s you. And I’m breaking up with all of you.

🍭 F*ck You, Sugar

You’re sweet until you’re not. You lure me in with cupcakes and leave me with a crash that feels like heartbreak. I deserve better. Like mangoes. Or peace.

🍔 F*ck You, Processed Food

If your ingredient list looks like a chemistry exam, I’m out. I want food that whispers “nourish” not “preserve me until 2047.”

🙄 F*ck You, Judgmental People

Oh, you don’t like my vibe? My voice? My volume? That’s adorable. I’m not here to be digestible. I’m here to be unforgettable.

☠️ F*ck You, Negative Environments

If the room feels like a funeral for joy, I’m gone. I’m not shrinking to fit your gloom. I’m bringing glitter, chaos, and a playlist that slaps.

Try this: Make your own “F*ck That” list. Write down everything that drains you — then ceremoniously yeet it out of your life.

Bonus points if you do it while dancing in your kitchen wearing something ridiculous.

✨ F*ck That. I Choose Joy. I Choose Me. ✨

📸 Screenshot this. Save it. Share it. Tattoo it on your soul.

💃 Life’s too short to be polite to things that suck.

Say it with me: F*ck that. I choose joy.