what a load of bull i wish that was the rule that we only felt physical pain i’d take that any day
some of the things that have been said they constantly replay in my head i look in the mirror “talk about chopped” “you look like a little kid” “i think you’re gaining” “your hips are uneven”
there’s been so much worse said but it’s okay they’re all just jokes anyway so don’t take it to seriously or you **** the party
“talk about chopped” i wake up two hours early to do my hair pick an outfit but it’s never enough
“you look like a little kid” i put on layers of makeup just trying to feel like my age but i constantly feel like im trapped in a cage
“i think you’re gaining” yeah i know my usually flat stomach is getting some rolls i’ve already crashed out tho and i kinda stopped eating but its ok i don’t mind it
“your hips are uneven” gee thanks that’s so sweet of you the one thing a like about myself is something you hate too
i give my self delusional confidence and fake self-esteem it sends me on a rush to where i don’t care about anything
but then the crash comes and i realize it wasn’t real and i try not to cry i try not to scream knowing that people only like the delusionally dazed me
but it’s fine it’s all just jokes sticks and stones i use them to break my skin and my bones