Hiding behind my weight…there, I said it.

This is something I have yet to admit and it’s something that I’m ashamed of, but I feel like I need to say it somewhere. 

I’ve been thinking a lot about how I’ve been eating, and I order online, and it used to be a cinch, now I feel like I barely fit into my clothes and it’s scary. I just want to shrink, and there’s not other way other than a diet change and some exercise.

Here’s the thing… I’m terrified about how I’m going to look after. What if even then I’m not happy with myself? What if I still feel like I’m ugly? I’ve been the self-proclaimed “juicy” girl for so long that I don’t know what to do, how I’m going to identify myself, if it’ll make me happy… I’m so conflicted and it’s scary and horrible and I feel like the ugliest girl with so much to give, and I have the most amazing boyfriend and I feel like he deserves the most amazing girl, and I know I’m that for him, but I want to love myself so he knows that he has someone as amazing as he thinks. I’m really lost and I need help.

“You look like you’re having relationship problems. I can do a reading for that.”

Dear Psychic that Approached me on the street,

I don’t need to be reminded about how hopeless I am or how lonely I am. You need a new marketing strategy.

-Me. 

Why do I go on tumblr or instagram anyway? When it’s just another way the world can passive-aggressively tell me I’m ugly?

=\ I post a picture of myself and what? I like to think im a nice person… Worth a little love…
This might sound pathetic, but sometimes I wonder if the days I feel really pretty is just my eyes playing a trick on me.

Feeling really unattractive

I post pictures of myself and log off immediately so I don’t have to see it get 0 likes.
Shopping only made me realize how much I have to work on myself and my self image.
After so much progress… I’m back to square one. Ugly. And it really sucks.

What’s not the cure for insecurities?

Dressing rooms.
I’ll walk in with what I believe is something I’ll walk out with… Everything becomes “goal clothes”, clothing I believe I need a hotter body to wear… And I’m gonna work for it.
And I don’t think I’m that bad, but I just walk away feeling so fat and ugly and worthless… Damned insecurities.