im no longer posting on this blog because quite a few people i know personally follow me on this blog. ive moved to another url but no one will know it cause its password protected lolz txt it~ so yeah. ok goodbye 5evr.
I wish I could be, she’s beautiful and funny and skinny and has such a great personality, and then there’s me. She’s perfect. And I’m just… Not.
I’ve been trying. I’m really trying to get better, but I can’t say that I’m proud of myself. Yes, I’ve cut once, twice, ten times even but I know now that cutting is never the answer. Trust me, I’m glad I’ve restrained from going back to that, but sometimes I don’t understand why I even started in the first place. I just wish I wasn’t so insecure and thought so low of myself. Not a day goes by where I don’t think I’m ugly. It’s hard for me to believe the compliments I get. I just don’t see what other people see in me. If someone calls me pretty or beautiful, yeah I’ll believe it for a second, but then I look in the mirror and the feeling is gone and i feel ugly all over again. I compare myself to every girl I see. It’s a horrible thing to do, I know. But I just can’t help myself wishing that I had a body like someone else, perfect teeth like someone else, nice hair like someone else. People say personality matters the most, but what’s so good about mine? Nothing. I strive to be the person with the most humble & caring mind, but I don’t think I’m achieving that unless I start being more confident. But how do I do that in a society that’s so harsh? Yeah, go ahead and tell me “Who cares what people think?” or “Just don’t be self conscious” but it’s not as easy as it seems. That’s like telling a cutter to “just stop cutting” or telling a person who’s depressed to “just get over it” or telling an overweight person to “just exercise and eat less”. It just doesn’t work like that, and it upsets me how I can’t accept myself and who I am even though others have.
that wasn’t my intention. i just want my best friend back, please.
I may not show it, but inside, the littlest things kills me. I try hard not to show it, because I hate feeling as I’m weak around people. The littlest things you do to, can hurt me. Not physically but mentally. Imagine when I deal with a heartbreak.
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I can’t help it. I don’t think I’m cute, good looking or attractive. I think my personality is shit. And I think anybody can do better than me. especially in a relationship. I feel like there is always someone better, someone that can make them happier than me. I just think so low of myself…
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Anonymous asked: hello there beautiful. I know that it doesn't really change anything when people to tell you that you are beautiful. it isn't the same feeling that you get until you see it in yourself. but I think you're beautiful. your figure, your eyes, your hair, and mostly your heart. you are who everyone aspires to be or become. you are blessed with the values many people wish to had. being skinny doesn't matter. you are perfect. and I see it everyday. nigga this box isn't big enough <3
oh my god i am legit crying. thank you so much, ily.
i feel fat all day, everyday.
