“The bravest thing I ever did was continuing my life when I wanted to die.”
— Juliette Lewis
Sometimes I get scared I won’t see the day my life gets better, other time I wonder if i could even stay alive long enough to see it. I’m scared for my future and I barely see myself having one anyway. Do I really want to live long enough to find out anymore?
seeing someone with my body type: 😮💨🔥💕🤤👀😍🫠💗💦🤤🫶🥺🫦☺️😵💫🥵
seeing my own body: 🤢😓💔😖🔫😢👎😡☹️
I get nervous sometimes but I plan to be as weird and full of love as I can for as long as I can
being weird and full of love can save you
and it might save those around you, too
I kind of hate the internet so much sometimes, like I continue to try and look for other people’s experiences that resonate with me (specifically with body dysmorphic disorder right now) and literally nothing. Just nothing. Everyone who i try to see if they have a relating experience on maybe Reddit or quora all happen to be conventionally attractive and just in a bad state of mind. What about me? I’m fat, black, and ugly. People don’t find me attractive. I don’t find myself attractive. So now I’m here trying to figure out if it actually counts as body dysmorphia because what the hell is this.
this is girlhood. ethiopian skater girls. source
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