And the fact that breaking might mean telling a secret no one knows, not even my best friend.
(Source: black-and-white-ballerina, via thisshithelps)
I hate my stomach,
I hate my thighs.
I hate my arms,
I hate my eyes.
I hate my smile,
I hate my nose.
I hate everything,
From my head to my toes.
I hate who I am,
Who I am inside.
I’m really a monster,
I’ll ruin your life.
I’m fat and I’m worthless,
Stuck in this hell,
But I still cannot say,
That I wish I was well.