You have this amazing body. Whatever its shape, and whatever you’ve done to it, and whatever other people have done to it, it is amazing. I promise, the size of it, or the colour of it, or what you have, or don’t have, that doesn’t matter because you have a body. And you have a heart. And you…
If you’re going to fuck your boyfriend do it in your bedroom not on the living room couch. Have some fucking respect for this family.
…I hate being ashamed of something I’ve done… I work so hard and then relapse. Bleh.
I have a hard time believing that what I’ve gone through is because there is someone that can learn from it, or that there is a reason why I’ve gone through it. But I know that from what I’ve gone through I have learned something and that I can use those things to impact those around me in a way that no one else can. That the things that have hurt me over and over will stop with me, and that I will try my best to prevent anyone else from dealing with it.
I made the decision to open up and show what I’ve been through and start sharing with people my life…
Since I made that decision every possible problem that I’ve ever had.. Everything that hurt that Ive hidden has surfaced and I don’t know how to handle it all.. I don’t know how to ask for help. And I don’t know how to explain how scared I am, of dealing with all of it and dealing with myself.
The song that you sent me just started playing on my iTunes shuffle… And all I can think about is how badly you hurt me and how much what you made me do hurts me every day…
And only we know the pain you put me through. Only we know that you pushed me to do it. Only we know that you lied.
And we both know it wasn’t right.
BUUUUULLLLLSHIIIIIITTTTTT!
I hide so much of myself from people. To the point that now I don’t even know who I am…
Great healthy and fit body, not to skinny… PERFECT
(Source: prettymotivated, via melanie-is-healthy)
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