I stand in the mirror daily, every day i get up, i stair in that same mirror. All i can do is turn to the side, lifting up my shirt, seeing those stretch marks and think how f**king fat i am. I tried exercising. i can’t even do that, i’m never consistent with it. i lose motivation. i question myself “if i was skinny would i be enough then?” every. single. day. “i hate my body, i hate the way i look.” could i actually be loved better if i was skinny? or would people still see me as a that same fat pig. my heart aches, how could i think of that? i cry everyday just thinking, it overwhelms my whole mind.
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17 years old long curly dark brown hair, brown doe eyes, bright smile. kind hearted, huge animal lover, loves making friend suffers with social anxiety disorder, generalized anxiety, and severe major depressive disorder
Intro
i stand in front of the mirror. i turn to the side and there i see it. lifting my shirt slightly, i realize what i see.
“why am i so f*cking fat?” i stare, no more words coming out of my mouth.
tears well up in my eyes, trying to hold them back, but i can feel the heat on my face. i know they’re going to come anyway. i pull my shirt back down
i turn away, staring at the ground now. my heart aches
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Release Date 2026.04.16 / Last Updated 2026.04.16
