People won’t love me unless I’m thin.
They say “be happy in your own skin.”
But how can I be happy when I’m so fat it’s a crime.
I want to be less then a hundred pounds but I know that will take time.
It will take time to be beautiful and thin. Then finally I’ll be comfortable in my own skin.
Dec 12, 2018
Dec 12, 2018 at 1:35 PM UTC
People won’t love me unless I’m thin.
They say “be happy in your own skin.”
But how can I be happy when I’m so fat it’s a crime.
I want to be less then a hundred pounds but I know that will take time.
It will take time to be beautiful and thin. Then finally I’ll be comfortable in my own skin.
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