iwanttochangeme:

I’m just sitting here crying because no one has my back, I really want to lose weight and no one believes in me. I don’t know how to believe in myself to go forward. I really want to be healthy.

alli-nicole:

Part of me wants to get better but part of me wants to get worse.
I’m in this constant battle with myself, trying to decide what I should do.

joyazul:

Just like with your pets, having a fat kid is a reflection on you as a person. Don’t feed your kid junk. No kid deserves to have their childhood stolen by obesity. Believe me. And no amount of cutesy, dumb sounding shit about tummies and how you need to be obese for your belly to accomodate your organs and delusional crap like that will make this better.

I still pay the price of being overfed like a trash can 20 years later.

lonely-my-middle-name:

deepthoughtsvibes-deactivated20:

I don‘t really know what I want anymore. I don‘t know what‘s right for me and I‘m scared to make wrong decisions. Maybe I don‘t even know myself. I hate it.

gogh-save-the-bees:

And the hands that used to love me became one of my fears, like the voice that used to comfort me became the reason for my tears

d.j.c // @gogh-save-the-bees

kolibris-artjournal:

furiousgoldfish:

shitty parents will literally fill your ears constantly about how all worst things in the world would happen to you “in real life” and then act surprised when you develop a fucking anxiety disorder