When she comes home;
Her make-up is washed
off;
Her jeans are traded for pj bottoms, and her
uggs are traded for fluffy socks.
Her hair is scraped back into a messy pony
tail.
She inserts a movie into her DVD player;
Even though her vision is blurred from her tears.
She wraps herself into her old quilt,
and cuddles her worn teddy bear close to her
chest;
As a small pile of crumpled
tissues form beside her.
She'll reach for her ipod,
and put on a song by Taylor Swift,
and she'll slowly cry herself to
sleep. ♥
I'm really fat. Yeah. Fat. Not
overweight. Fat is what it's really called. I look like
a freaking whale. I need to lose at least 70 pounds to be
healthy, and i'll probably never be thin enough to be
considered "Pretty". I've been trying to lose
some. It's not working.
But I'm not going to give up.
For every fave this gets, I'll work out for an
hour.
Witty is my motivation.
I love you guys.
♥