The thought of me

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As I stare at myself in the mirror, all of these horrible thoughts cloud my mind.

Why can't I loose weight easily?

Why can't my thighs be smaller?

Why can't I be skinny?

Why can't my gut be smaller?

That's all I thought and there were more. They got worse and worse, harsher and harsher. They became me, they became who I saw myself as a human being.

I would hide myself under baggy clothes. When I went to the beach I would wear a shirt and shorts. It just got worse, no words or quotes could change what I saw. No one could.

If I could go back and change anything I would go back and change what I thought about me. I would focus on the positives and not the negatives. I would focus more on the things around me rather than my looks. Because during that time when I was focused on what I looked like lots of things changed, my grades dropped, I lost my friends, I don't even know who I am anymore. And trust me, it's not a good feeling.

Let this be a lesson to all. Live life and not care what others think, because in the end of the day. The people who judge you don't matter and the people who don't judge you do matter. I read that quote somewhere and it was like a slap in the face, a good slap in the face.

It took me some time to realise, that I shouldn't care what people thought about me. And once I realised it, it felt like a cloud was lifted off my eyes so I could see clearly now. The dark thoughts still come once in a while, but I push them away because I know that I have many more positives that I should be focusing on than the negatives that don't matter and never will.

By savage nerd xx

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