hey guys, it's joey.
since maybe december ish, i can't really remember, i haven't been eating well.
i skip lunches and eat small amounts for breakfast. i eat dinner, so i'm okay i guess.
then i go to ty kwon do after dinner, where i do martial arts and work out.
for some reason, i thought i was fat. ugly. chubby.
but i'm here to tell myself that even if i was (i'm not, i'm underweight and tall for my age) would it matter? no way. literally every body shape is absolutely beautiful and i don't care about anyone's size, so i shouldn't care about my own.
i cant say that i'm 100 percent happy with myself. i constantly make self deprivating comments and i'm not happy with what i see in the mirror, i apologize for everything, nor do i eat much differently from how i did. but i think maybe, saying these things means i can look back and maybe feel a tiny bit better. and maybe anyone who's reading this can feel the same. you're beautiful. everyone, in their own way, is stunning. and that includes you, 100 percent.
keep loving yourself, or try it out if you don't. i love you all, no matter who you are i'm sure you have something that i can love about you. do that for yourself.
love,
joey. (the fucked up brain behind this book)
-also, if anyone from school is finding this, hello. please keep your thoughts to yourself. please don't spread this around. i'd rather you don't. thanks, piper or ava or whoever might be reading this.
