Skinny people always have somebody special, fat people rarley, very fucking rarley do. So does this mean i'll be lonley for the rest of my fucking life? Not if I have something to say about it.
But don't starve, it fucks up your metabolism for life, I will eat less and a lot better, that'll help. I look disgusting. Less carbs, more protein, less fat, more fiber. Beauty means all now It's sick but true. I wished for one thing, and I couldn't even get that.
If I only had an amazing talent, but I don't. I just co-exists with the world but i'm not a part of it because i'm not beautiful. I can't be good, I can't be talanted, I can't be beautiful, the least I can be is skinny.
And some people have told me "you don't look gross, you look beautiful", but those are the people who wouldn't even touch me or come near me in any way. And the people who are here with me doesn't think I am. Pictures lie, they always lie, my makeup is what saves my face and the world from traumatic syndrome.
A beautiful face would have saved me, but I wasn't born to be. I wait for the day can see my ribs clearly.
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