I'm
not going to make a pretty qoute because I really don't know
how and it's not neccessary for me to say what I need to.
I get why you're depressed and everything. I get why you hate
yourself and the world. I've been there; done that. I felt that
way when I was only 12 years old. But here's the truth. This is
how I feel about myself now.
I know my flaws better than anyone. I can name more than anyone
else can. But I love myself for them. In my mind, there is no one
alive more beautiful than I am, simply because I am truly
happy, and there is nothing, except for love, that is more
beautiful than pure happiness. I don't need a boyfriend; I
don't want one. I've gone through fourteen years of life
without one. I don't need a thigh gap. I fail to see the point
in them, anyway. My body is perfect because it does what it's
supposed to do. In the words of Regina Spektor, "I've got
a perfect body, because my eyelashes catch my sweat."
I know back when I was depressed, happiness wasn't a goal.
I'm going to be pretty blunt when I say that a lot of people
who are sad don't want to get better. They just want to throw
themselves a little pity party, and that's how I was. I'm
done with that now. I am happy.
I am content.