"You’re not fat."
But my thighs touch.
And my stomach goes over my belt.
And bracelets leave marks.
And shorts squeeze my legs.
And my shirt is tight around my stomach.
My sleeves suffocate my arms.
You can’t see my collarbones.
I don’t have abs.
My bones don’t stick out.
I am fat. Everything I am is fat.
when faced with love and hurt one will do crazy things for happiness. happiness can only be reached when one is self-satisfied and comfortable in his/her skin.
dreaming that every little thing will be okay and that things WILL work out the way you portray them to.
choosing your actions wisely can simply be a choice of life or death.
we are the last generation whose baby photos weren’t taken on phones
there’s nothing worse than getting told you’re bad at the only thing you’re good at