one day, I hate the way my body looks. suddenly, all of my social media are full of body workout tips, tiny waist, big breasts, big butts, long legs, slim hands, suddenly everyone looks drop dead gorgeous.
suddenly everything need to be change.
18 years old me could never believed, I would be in this position where the shape of my body could haunt me day and night.
" if you want to, you should to. If you feel that way, work for it," said someone.
but have they seen it all ? the way I workout like a maniac every little time I had, crying all night because I could never be pretty. Taking pictures of my body every day because they said it could make you grateful the way you look.
12th March 2023, I have stopped working out, and I have never ever been happier. I take a lot pictures of my body, loving the way it shaped. Its hard, but I realized, no one is perfect. Its the confidence make them looks perfect. No one would love you the way you want, unless its you, yourself.
you are beautiful. and you don't need anyone to prove it.
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Poetryseriously nothing interesting in this book each chap is the date I wrote it / check the link
