Unfollowing all depression/negative fitness blogs.
4 months ago with 14 notes
End of story. Reblog and I’ll follow you.
(Source: thindigo)
(Source: thin-is-weightless)
Right now, I’m not comfortable with myself. Right now, I hate my body. Right now, I am envious. Right now, I’m crying because I can’t even feel beautiful looking the way I do. Why do I hate myself? why can’t I just love myself? That’s all I want. I want to be thin. Skinny. Have a flat stomach. Thighs that don’t touch. Ribs that show. Hip bones that poke out. No fat. I’m tired of looking the way I do. I just get jealous and envious of all these girls that have what I want most. I can never look in a mirror and say that I like what I see. I can never say that I see God in myself or see God’s beautiful creation that I am suppose to be. I feel like I’m in the wrong skin, like I’ve been trapped inside a fat suit. I feel like I need to shed it. I know I don’t feel this way because I want to get boys attention. I have the one guy that I need and he shows me that he loves my body. I feel this way because I am truly disgusted at my body. It makes me want to hurt myself. I don’t want to think that way though, I want to love myself. The only way to love myself is if I have the body I want. All I want is to feel beautiful in my own skin. That’s what all girls want, to some extent. I want to be confident, and comfortable. It’s not like I think I’m huge, Technically I am a “healthy” weight. I just want to be the object of other girls envy. I want to be thinspiration. I want guys to be jealous of my boyfriend because his girlfriend is such a catch.
4 months ago with 4 notes
(Source: monicacamera)
(Source: rylieface)
(Source: thindigo)
(Source: pretty-petite-perfect)
(Source: slenderambitions)
