Those disgusting abusers triggered my eating disorder , causing me to throw up on the one day I was eating well.
I felt like shit. Like I was worthless. Like I was fatter than anything and couldn’t lose weight no matter what.
But there’s so much support and love coming my way, I’ve come to realize that what shitty people say shouldn’t bother me because they’re obviously just insecure.
I’m no longer going to let it get to me. I’m going to smother myself with positivity. I won’t stop screenshotting or reblogging the abuse about me, though. I’d rather have the proof than not.
I know I’m loved. I know people adore me. And I know I’m not fat, nor do I look like a sack. I’m cute as fuck. I’m gorgeous. The fact that you have nothing better to do than make people feel like shit about themselves is honestly sad.
I pray that you realize your abusive personality and attempt to change it before the little boy you’re raising turns out the same way.