FOR ALL THE GIRLS !

06. entry

[ NO MATTER HOW STRONG A GIRL IS,
SHE ALWAYS HAS A BREAKING POINT !
— unknown. ]

♡

Dear diary,

I was born fat.

There are tons of pictures of when I was small and from the get go, from the moment my mother's doctor performed a C-section on my mother and got me out, I was as fat as a potato.

I'm scared.

Can everyone please stop fucking commenting on how I haven't lost any weight and how I'm probably not going to lose much cause I've been fat all my life??

I want to tell them to shut up but I can't cause what if they're right? What if I can't achieve anything? What if I'm stuck? Like this? Forever?

My thighs are always gonna be fat and they're always gonna jiggle whenever I dance. My arm fat is definitely gonna make me look like hulk when I wear the strapless dress I ordered for that party.

I'm gonna have to stop thinking like this.

I have to.

I don't need her approval or anyone's approval on what's going to happen to me. I'm going to prove them all wrong.

I'm going to prove everyone wrong.

I'm going to get thinner.

I'm going to get healthier.

I'm going to stop making my mum worry.

I'm not gonna go out and listen to other people's comments again. I'm going to learn how to make sure that what other people say don't matter to me.

It doesn't matter.

It's all going to work out.

It doesn't matter. God has a plan. God has a plan. God has a plan. God has a plan.

It doesn't matter. It doesn't matter. It doesn't matter. It doesn't matter. It doesn't matter. It doesn't matter. It doesn't matter. It doesn't matter. It doesn't matter. It doesn't matter. It doesn't matter.

FUCK EVERYONE.

It doesn't matter. It doesn't matter. It doesn't matter. It doesn't matter. It doesn't matter. It doesn't matter. It doesn't matter. It doesn't matter. It doesn't matter. It doesn't matter. It doesn't matter. It doesn't matter. It doesn't matter.

If it doesn't, why am I crying alone in the bathroom?