i don’t believe in myself.
I can’t wear what I want to wear without feeling disgusting. I let the fact that somebody has feelings for me make me believe I was untouchable. But here I am, more than ten pounds later, and I feel hideous. I have developed such bad habits and I don’t know what to do to fix it. Summer is quickly approaching. Exercising exhausts me within a minute, food eases the stress while the insults taunt me, repeat in cruel whispers, “you’re fat. fat. fat.” and I sure feel it. I don’t know anymore. I need to drop weight fast, I just need to. But it’s such long, strenuous work. I feel helpless, my stomach is constantly rumbling but it has no effect. I want to just give up, curl up in a ball with a bag of chips and forget the rest of the world.
If only it were that easy
If only I was beautiful.
say goodbye to the old, hello to the new
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