I hope soon one day I’ll be able to wear smaller clothing…be able to fit into my boyfriends clothing. Why does life make me look like a gigantic whale waddling around? Thick thighs, thick calves, big, long torso, muffin top, chubby cheeks…mirror mirror on the wall when will I be better for society to like me? I draw lines over my skin, with what I hope will be gone later. Oh lookie here, they stopped eating and now they look amazing. No more whole meals…feeding half of it to my dog…maybe a little bit more than half I guess. I want to look better than I am right now. I don’t want those long, glassy stares from strangers on the streets anymore. Oh lookie here, people have been shutting me out…there’s no one left to go to…might as well but the barrel up to the side of my head and pull the trigger.
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Become a plastic surgery addict??
That might show some splendid results
I can’t sit here and type how looks don’t matter in society… but I can say that comfortablity is key is this situation. Once you become comfortable with yourself and show that off to people, they just start accepting that this is who you are and they can’t change that. Again, it’s easier said then done