So much to do in so little time seems to be the story of my life.
I see all these girls editing their pictures to all hell and I just wonder how they think it looks good, a so softened face to the point of no structural contour and a nearly black eye smudge with crazy bright eyes and abnormally white teeth. That insta thin doesn’t disguise anything, dear. You don’t even look human anymore, perhaps this is a glimpse of what your insides look like? Pretty in plaster or a plastic disaster?
You’ve always been pretty plastic though haven’t you. Your new take on the world and all it’s beauty, your tattoos and fashionably dark hair is all faux punk fatigue. Didn’t you get the memo in high school, looking the part doesn’t make you fit.
Also, admiring someone’s goal to never be skinny doesn’t really work unless you grasp the rebellion against superficial ideals, it’s not just a reason or argument to stay fat and unhealthy. Curves are beautiful, but taking care of yourself is entirely different and you are doing it wrong.
I guess what my point is, is that you can reason and excuse yourself as much as you want but at the end of the day you’re still going to feel uncomfortable in your own skin and it’s your own fault.
I think it’s pathetic that someone would rather turn their laziness into a statement than actually be healthy, get off your ass and do something proactive. Your parents can’t support you forever.
I don’t care how judgemental it is, maybe it’s what you need because you are
Oh
So
Lost.
