I actually hate the way I look with a passion and I mean I really am chubby and gross…you can see my fat through my shirt….most days I wish I was anyone else…I don’t want to be me..,like the way I look…I like me as a person…just..I don’t want this body…

I’ve figured out that mirrors and cameras lie…they all show different things…and our own eyes lie too…we need someone else’s eyes…they mirror how we really look..,as long as they truly love us…

When I was on a Girl Scout trip when I was younger…that’s when I first noticed what my body looked like…and I hated the way hats made me look and the way the color of my shirts made me look and I was always uncomfortable…,that’s when I started wearing black a lot..

I don’t actually know how it started…I just looked In the mirror one day and saw how wrong I looked I guess