I'm Not Okay

"I'm not okay", not the type of thing to hear/see, right? that's because we always tend to bottle our emotions for the world (and ourselves) not to deal with, until one day it just violently erupts in our faces leaving us hollow. That's exactly what happened me not too long ago. This is my short story of what was going through my mind at the time of my mental breakdown, and it's surprizing to see how the little things (even from long ago) can creep up on you.
When I'm sad, i normally watch sad movies and listen to the cheesiest of sad songs (and that always makes me feel somewhat okay) i hope that someone out there (even if it's one person) whose having a bad day feels better after reading this, knowing that they're not alone and it's okay not to be okay.

DISCLAIMER!!! This story is no way aimed to say that people who are not skinny cannot be seen as beautiful. Everyone is beautiful, no matter their size. Due to my psychological issues, i could never see me as "good looking" when i was overweight. This was my personal view on myself, not directed to anyone else. I truly believe that beauty is from within, I'm just sad that i could never be able to see that for myself.