I’m going somewhere. I’m going to go as far as my two feet can possibly take me. Where the stars meet the skies and where the oceans turn to ice. I’m going to see the world and I’m going to become something great. I may not shine in highschool, but a slight glow leads to a big shine and that’s where I’m heading. I’m going to leave this town and never turn back, never look at the mistake of a place I’m currently stuck in. I’m going to laugh and i’m going to breathe. Breathe in the sweet fresh smell of an unknown area where I can become the person I’m supossed to be. Where I can throw my hands in the air and raise my troubles to the gods. Troubles are what has gotten me into this mess. The troubles I have with my body. My self conciousness is becoming a problem. My confidence diminishes a little more with every perfect girl I see. Especially girls who have a chance with the boy I love. Love is such a funny thing. You can fall in love with the wrong person, someone who doesn’t feel the same. But love doesn’t care if he doesn’t love you back, because it’s content with the feeling even if it’s followed by complete and utter disapointment. You see, love is what makes the world go ‘round.. right? But the world barely loves anymore, and when it does it’s one sided as in my case. Why doesn’t anyone ever make a movie about that? Where the woman is so deeply in love with the wrong guy, and for once he never notices that he’s making a mistake and maybe finds a new girl, someone prettier and thinner than she could ever be. In real life you don’t always get what you want. In my reality I’m just a crazed teenage girl trying to fit in, trying to achieve great academics, trying to find a boy who can make her heart beat faster than the one she already loves. In my reality things don’t turn out the way they’re supossed to in hollywood. I’m just a girl trying to make her way, trying to leave a small mark on this cruel, cold reality we call life.
My Thinspiration.
(via sashvanka)
Reblog if your body has ever let you down.
Now lets change that.
Because he doesn’t notice you.
Because fat girls don’t get noticed.
Because she’s prettier than you, thinner than you.
Because you love him.
Because he will never notice you.
Last year I started to diet, Last year I was 136 pounds.
By the end of summer I stopped dieting. I was 124 pounds.
Recently I’ve started to feel bigger and bigger, and i’ve noticed a lot more problem areas. I checked my weight. Today I am 117 pounds even.
Why do I weigh less, yet feel so fat?
Maybe when I reach 100 I’ll feel better.
Okay Ladies.
Next time you’re about to take a bite into that slice of pizza, or that bowl of pasta I want you to ask yourself, ” Do you want fat thighs?” Because, well, do you? Is that one moment of indulgence worth a summer of cellulite and “fat thighs?”
Next time you want to eat those Christmas cookies or candy canes I want you to say to yourself, ” Fat girls can’t eat cookies.” And I want you to put it down. And walk away. Because you’re a fat girl, and you cannot eat those cookies.
Stay strong, Summer is on it’s way.
I want to be beautiful
I want it so bad. I want the thin, tan body. I want the high cheek bones and the bright eyes. I want a slender face and perfect round lips. I want hair that flows and is perfect no matter what is done to it. I want to turn heads, I want to be noticed. I want the confidence that’ll come with it. I want to be beautiful.
It’s the feeling of waking up one day and seeing yourself as a completely different person. Of when you look and you see through the lies you’ve been telling yourself. You aren’t pretty anymore, Briana. You’re not Thin. You’ve been lying to yourself. And you take a step back and get into the shower. You wash it away, or at least you try. But when you get out, the same person is still standing in that mirror. That same person you’ve tried so hard to get rid of. And there she is. And then you go about your day, and you notice it more and more. You find yourself fighting your hunger, beating it down and never letting it show. Because, Briana. You need to be thin. You need to rid yourself of the person standing in your mirror. So you eat a little bit, and after a while, nothing at all. You hide the fact that you aren’t losing your weight healthily. You exercise. And it becomes addicting. It becomes your life. And your stomach caves in, and you go to sleep smiling because it’s empty and you have won. Until one day you look in your mirror and you find that person you knew before. And you’re content. And you find yourself falling into your old habits, living your life careless of the calories you consume into your body once more. Until one morning Briana finds herself lying again.
All my insecurites are coming back.
I look at myself in the mirror, and my face is getting a little uglier. My body’s getting a little bigger. The hate for myself I once over came is returning. Please make it go away.
(Source: weheartit.com, via listen-to-my-beat)
You stay in my mind. Like a bad memory, or maybe a really quite wonderful one. The sight of your big brown eyes that I could waste my entire day looking into. Your cheering smile, the one that makes the sun shine a little brighter. The feeling of your hands rubbing my back when im upset. Our bodies close together as you brush the hair off my cheek and put your arm around me. The way when you’re around no one else seems to matter. How you don’t realize what you mean to me. The truth is, I’m in love with you. Completely, deeply, in love with you. The kind of stupid, ditzy love that makes my heart skip it’s beat. The kind of love that can’t contain the butterflies dancing in my stomach.The kind of love that wont stop until you feel the same.
Why can’t you feel the same?
