Skinny Isn't
Everything
I've always been skinny. Or well, skin and bones at least.
When I was younger it was a lot worse. I would actually get
hand-me-downs from my younger brother at some point. I was so
pale, that when I was a flower girl in my cousin's wedding I
basically matched the white dress. my worst memory was in third
or fourth grade during Sunday Church School. We were practicing
lining up for some performance, whether we were singing or what.
There was one kid behind me, who was a little on the slower side
from what I remember. While we were waiting, he said "Woah,
I can see all your backbones!" And he literally began to
count them all. Out koud, poking each one. At the time I think I
was more freaked out that my training bra was also noticeable
with all my bones, but everytime I think back to it, I get
chills. The fact that anyone thinks this is beautiful, when for
me it was a result of sickness and pain, always baffled me.
I've had a chronic illness since I was eight, and I literally
just began gaining drastic amounts of weight this past spring.
Everything else just came with height or age. Hearing that I now
look "healthy" is probably the best thing ever.
So don't starve
yourself. Don't force yourself to diet or puke. Your body is
your body, and you are PERFECT the way you are. I even began to
love myself even though I thought my body was disgusting. So
don't look at Victoria's Secret models. That's not
you. You are you.
Keep it that way
♥
oh my goodness, it'll be 2
years as of tomorrow?
the ides of march,
how..
appropriate?
no. never. you were
loyal to me for 2 years.
no "et tu,
brute?" asked, you never messed with my
mind
i love you conner
this is unbelievable, how did i
find love?
there's hope out there for
everyone
for
everything
and you proved
it