what the fuck is wrong with society?
why should i look in the mirror and be disgusted by what i see, just because i’m not perfect?
i’ve always been told i’m thin. that i’m blessed with a nice figure.
but i still wear loose shirts. i still tuck my stomach into my pants and button them just barely too tight. i do everything to try and reach that perfect, flat, beautiful stomach i see everywhere.
magazines. television. models. moviestars. everywhere you look, there’s a woman with a flat stomach, inflated breasts, a round butt, long legs, and perfectly tanned, clear skin.
and even though i know better, even though i’ve been told i’m beautiful before, i don’t believe it, and i torture myself because i’m dying to be better. thinner. prettier.
i eat healthier. i exercise like the crazy.
fuck, i’ve even starved myself. not because i wanted to, but because when i get stressed, i don’t eat. and i’ve been far too stressed over how i look before, to the point where i’ve forgotten food even existed.
and i hate every minute of it when i do. but it’s how i cope.
and nothing changes. so i do it all again. and every time, it hurts a little more.
so why does society do this to us? why do we unknowingly put people through this every day?
