I hate my smile. I hate my face. I hate my hair. I hate my shape.
I hate ME.
I always hear the phrase "God made you just the way you are". But no one told me that it was for the best. No one told me that society would paint this picture of how you're supposed to look and make everyone who's not up to par feel like crap.
I wish I was skinny, I wish my skin wasn't so dark, I wish I knew how to love, I wish I wasn't messed up in the head because I don't know how to control my emotions.
When will I be able to look in the mirror and actually love what I see? When will I be able to not eat my own feelings away? When will a time come where I don't look for self-love from other people?
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Stinkin Thinkin
Historia CortaI've been struggling with depression for some time now and I'm trying so hard to overcome it but these are just some of the thoughts that runs through my head constantly that I need to let out so I put it in writing. *****This might contain "trigger...
