You don’t have to be pretty like her. You can be pretty like you.
there are all of these toxins in my body and they ferment whenever the fuck they feel like it and it always hits me hard. i’m trying to believe that i’ve made progress over the past few years but i’m struggling. i don’t even know if i’ve actually gotten anywhere or if i just keep going in circles. i keep thinking that i always selfless and selfish at the wrong times. i can never look at myself in a mirror with my glasses on because the acne and blotchiness is magnified and all i see is ugly. my hair is an awful length and unruly and dry. i haven’t honestly felt comfortable in my own skin for about six years, if not more. no matter what products i use and how much money my parents spend on dermatologists, my skin still looks horrible. i try to drink water and eat somewhat better but that doesn’t work, either. i hate the fact that i won’t eat fruits and vegetables. it’s been so long that now it’s just an instinct not to touch them. i only feel comfortable in really over sized shirts and shorts. i’m hesitant to let my boyfriend kiss me too much because the makeup will come off of my face, and that’s a terrible reason to not want your boyfriend to kiss you.