Since then, I've decided not to care about what people think about me. Because afterall, it is my life. I paint my life. And since then, I've smiled more, talked more and become more confident.
But not until you came into my life. Actually no, when you appeared I was still fine. It's when I started working with you.
You make me feel like a speck of dust, you make me feel pathetic. You make me feel like shit.
I have always been able to take jokes. Any jokes. I even joke about myself and laugh at my own mistakes.
But my weight is something that I will always be insecure about. I can have perfect teeth or pretty eyes or a nice personality but as long as I'm fat, I will never look at myself like someone that's worthy enough.
So thank you for pointing out my flaw and making fun of it when I have longed forgotten about it. Thank you for making me remember that whatever that's inside doesn't matter for as long as you are more than a size 6. Thank you for telling everyone, even people that I do not know about me liking to "eat all the time" or no one is "larat enough to carry me".
Ya I'm fucking fat I know.
Thank you for exaggerating whatever that happened those few days and making everyone think that I'm a greedy cranky glutton. It's people like you that recreates that small voice that used to exist in my head years ago.
"stop eating you fat fuck"
Thank you for making me feel like how I used to years ago.
