Some days I feel like hash tagging a million words on a post. It could be the word pineapple or Rihanna, not pertaining to anything, so hopefully I’ll get more followers. Other days I rather spend my time scrolling down and eating food.
i can’t wait until october when there’s no sun outside and everything is cute colors and it’s cold and there are terrible horror movies on tv, my power is at its peak then
I’ve never felt this insecure. The stress of being skinny and pretty enough. I may sound middle-school saying this. But it’s the truth. I feel like I have to compete. I don’t look good in just a bra and underwear, I could never flaunt myself in that. I’m not entirely sure where I am going with this. But overall I just don’t feel good enough or pretty enough. I just feel a constant slap in the face.