I never said I was fat until other girls started saying it about themselves first.

So after I got out of the shower today, I was looking at my body in the mirror, like, really looking at it. I looked at the stretch marks on my thighs and my butt and my hips, and I looked at the way my stomach kind of bulges out a little bit, and I looked at the way my thighs touch, and I looked at the way my arm fat kind of jiggles if I shake it, and I looked at how my boobs are kind of oddly shaped and on the small side. I looked at my face, and how my nose is kind of short, and my cheeks are kind of wide and weird, and my eyes are really plain and boring and brown, with really short eyelashes, and my hair is just black and boring, and my lips are kind of on the thin side, and how my bottom teeth are crooked and how my top teeth are too big. I looked at the pimples that go along my hairline that most people don’t see because my bangs hide them, and I looked at the dandruff I have on my scalp, and the eczema I have on my arm, and how short my nails are and how my cuticles are all messed up because I keep chewing on them. 

And none of these things are particularly flattering, and none of these things are attractive things, and none of these things are desirable traits, but I was looking at my body in the mirror today, and like, really looking at it, and I think I’m beautiful, so fuck you.

You should think you’re beautiful too.