Why was I born with this body? I fucking hate it. My tits look like deflated balloons. I look so much better clothed. It’s so saddening, knowing that my naked body will disappoint every and anyone who sees it. How could it not? I’m disgusting. I’m sick of trying to comfort myself. I’m sick of wishing I looked like someone else. I wish I could afford plastic surgery. I’d fix my tits, get a nose job, give myself an ass, and suck all the fat from my stomach and arms. If I could change something about myself, I’d change everything. I’d kill to be anyone […]
