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Do you ever feel unattractive?
Like, you just watch people walk by and they are all more beautiful than the you?
Don't you ever feel like no one likes you, as in I think you are beautiful? I mean I sit here at work and I look out at all those students and think, "dude, why is it that everybody is prettier, skinnier and sexier than me?" Don't get me wrong, my significant other thinks I'm beautiful and I am grateful for that, but apart from her, and my mom, who believes I'm beautiful, nobody else has EVER told me I am beautiful. Why is that? Am I THAT ugly?
I'm sick of being fat. I'm not comfortable this this weight, I feel slow and heavy and at times huge. I mean no offense to anybody out there--but this is how I sometimes feel. I can't seem to get the weight off. Even if I starve myself, which I don't, I'm still fat. Exercises, why are exercises so damn hard? If it's not one thing is the other...can't do them without getting something severely hurting.
I don't know. I just don't know. Do I need to become a plastic, make-up and hair dryer everyday kind of girl to be considered beautiful? Why can't I be beautiful without make-up and hours of hair drying and stupid push-up bras? It's like you doll yourself up for one occasion, and THEN you are beautiful, but what about the rest of the 365 days? You though I was ugly all those other times?
As far as that goes, why do I need people to tell me I'm beautiful anyway? I guess it helps the soul to be told once in your life.
So there. I came. I rambled. I posted.
Like, you just watch people walk by and they are all more beautiful than the you?
Don't you ever feel like no one likes you, as in I think you are beautiful? I mean I sit here at work and I look out at all those students and think, "dude, why is it that everybody is prettier, skinnier and sexier than me?" Don't get me wrong, my significant other thinks I'm beautiful and I am grateful for that, but apart from her, and my mom, who believes I'm beautiful, nobody else has EVER told me I am beautiful. Why is that? Am I THAT ugly?
I'm sick of being fat. I'm not comfortable this this weight, I feel slow and heavy and at times huge. I mean no offense to anybody out there--but this is how I sometimes feel. I can't seem to get the weight off. Even if I starve myself, which I don't, I'm still fat. Exercises, why are exercises so damn hard? If it's not one thing is the other...can't do them without getting something severely hurting.
I don't know. I just don't know. Do I need to become a plastic, make-up and hair dryer everyday kind of girl to be considered beautiful? Why can't I be beautiful without make-up and hours of hair drying and stupid push-up bras? It's like you doll yourself up for one occasion, and THEN you are beautiful, but what about the rest of the 365 days? You though I was ugly all those other times?
As far as that goes, why do I need people to tell me I'm beautiful anyway? I guess it helps the soul to be told once in your life.
So there. I came. I rambled. I posted.