I am wearing a pink plaid skirt,
but I think it’s too short,
maybe my huge thighs are ruining it.
Oh my god, he is looking at me, but maybe not me, maybe he is looking at the hot chick beside me, after all why would he look at me, the payjama wearing nerd.
People call me slim, I am not slim. It’s called skinny. Look, my bones are showing from every side of my body.
Oh my god, this top is so beautiful but I can’t wear it, it’s too shot and my tummy will be peaking out.
“NO”
Just two words-
APPRECIATE YOURSLEF
This fear is what makes you imperfect, not the way you look, or talk, or walk.
Apr 18, 2018
Apr 18, 2018 at 2:47 AM UTC
I am wearing a pink plaid skirt,
but I think it’s too short,
maybe my huge thighs are ruining it.
Oh my god, he is looking at me, but maybe not me, maybe he is looking at the hot chick beside me, after all why would he look at me, the payjama wearing nerd.
People call me slim, I am not slim. It’s called skinny. Look, my bones are showing from every side of my body.
Oh my god, this top is so beautiful but I can’t wear it, it’s too shot and my tummy will be peaking out.
“NO”
Just two words-
APPRECIATE YOURSLEF
This fear is what makes you imperfect, not the way you look, or talk, or walk.
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