i don’t like my body
my nose, my hair, my eyes..my curves, my big hips and chest. my scars on my cheeks, my stomach.
i don’t like my body.
i don’t like myself.
i don’t like my personality.
i hate how i act.
so i’ll stay quiet and count up how many calories i can have per day. and i’ll cry when i go over that limit.
because beauty standards will never fade.