I’m making it up, and not making it up at the same time? Maybe I am just that naive to have thought this was actually something big.
Here I go. This is who I am. My thoughts kill me. They tear me apart. They give me false hope. Then take it away. My mind hurts me more than any situation. Wish I could just stop thinking.
I’m doing me. Working on my body, to become more healthy, more confident with myself. Regardless of beauty, I want health and to FEEL beautiful. For those who know what it’s like to look in the mirror, and just cry because you hate what you see, andn who is behind the reflection. This is called self discovery. I need to find me, and stop being who I expect myself to be.