Honestly, I hold in a lot.
When I’m upset, I really don’t like to tell anyone. Especially the person who made me that way. No matter how much anyone asks, the answer will always be, “I’m fine.” Even if its not true.
(Source: therealphillyz, via loenlyhearts)
Sometimes when I look in the mirror, for a second I think my face is pretty. Then I notice my dark circles, pudgy cheeks, big nose, buggy eyes, and I remember how ridiculously ugly I am. Sometimes when I look in the mirror, for a second I think my body is attractive. Then I notice my muffin top, love rolls, flabby arms, huge thighs, and I remember disgustingly fat I am. When people say I’m “beautiful”, I wonder what exactly they see in me that I can’t.
(Source: bip0lar--thoughts, via that-girl-chelsea)
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