i am perfectly fine with having other people sit on my lap but i can’t sit on other people’s laps because i’m always paranoid that i’d crush them and they’d diE
People always say, “Just ignore it,” and “Don’t let it get to you,” but there is only so much someone can take. It’s so hard to hate something you can’t change. If it was only something else, that you could get away from, but you can’t get away from your body. You can’t just “fix” what’s wrong. To look in the mirror and hate what you see everyday. No one understands, I can joke about it with friends, sure. But at the end of the day, when you’re in your room, before a shower, and you just look at yourself and see everything everyone doesn’t, that’s when it hits you. People who take up for you when other make fun of you, they don’t know what you look like under the clothes you wear, trying to cover it up. It’s so incredibly hard to look at every skinny, perfect ass and boobs, flawless smile and haired girl at school, it can make you want to disappear. Sometimes, it’s easier and others it’s so hard. I always think “maybe boys would like you if you weren’t so short, and fat, and had a normal body shape.” You can’t talk to friends about it, because it’s always the same, they think you want attention, but you don’t. You end up crying alone that night. It’s too much.
Sorry for this. I really needed to vent without being judged, or people reading it, idk. Sorry.
my lips are soft come here ill kiss you to prove it
|—||Banana Yoshimoto, Goodbye Tsugumi (via defeation)|
i’ve been laughing at this for the past few hours
i have seen the light
I CANT BREATHE
Tumblr needs a “Done” button.
|—||Tabitha Suzuma (via onlinecounsellingcollege)|