I am as ugly as fûck.
I mean it.
I don't feel beautiful anymore.
My confidence fluctuates regularly.
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My stomach has muscles that is hidden by bloating.
My legs are covered in bruises from knocking them on tables.
My arms are pasty because I don't go into the sun.
My toes are curved due to incorrect ballet technique from when I was younger.
My wrists are so small I feel like they will snap if I fall on them.
My eyes have permanent bags due to the lack of sleep I have been receiving.
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I need a boost.
I need someone to say that I look beautiful/sexy/confident/gorgeous.
Sometimes I need to hear it from someone other than my friends and family.
Someone just walking past- "Hey beautiful!"
I try to tell myself.
But I have stopped listening.
I have stopped believing.
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Dark Thoughts
Teen FictionSome thoughts that tend to come and go. Not necessarily uplifting either. Bits and pieces of the mind- my own mind. A series of short chapters that may or may not connect. Rated MATURE as this story may contain themes that may upset or trigger rea...
