October 16,2012
Dear Diary,
I hate it.
I hate everything about it.
My arms, how one is longer than the other.
My legs, they were small and meaty. My thighs filling up whole seats.
My hips were wide and feminine.
My lips were to big.
My eyes to close together.
I hated me, I wanted to be someone else.
I still want to be someone else.
Someone tall and skinny, someone that looked like the could walk the run way. Someone that was eye catching and left their mark.
Someone who wasn't me.
People easily forget me, I was the middle child overlooked and undermined. Nobody really cared about what I had to say or what my opinion was. Whenever I talk nobody listens.
I got used to it though, you know? Who wants to be caught talking to the fat, short kid that's hasn't talked since 6th grade.
Maybe my therapist was right. Maybe writing In this journal will help me.
I don't wanna hate myself anymore.
I wanna love me like he loves me.
Then maybe I'll be happy.
Just this once.
Messages from him 🌤
