My mood is doing okay today, how ever there’s one thing I can’t help but think about. It’s on my mind every day, all the time. Why am I so anaesthetically pleasing? What Id give to be one of those girls, that people look at and think ‘Aw isn’t she pretty’ I know, I know that when people look at me, for more time than just a normal glance you would give to someone, they’re not thinking ‘Isn’t she just lovely’ They’re thinking ‘Wow, did she really think leaving the house looking like that was a good idea?’ ‘What’s wrong with her face?’ ‘Why is she so fat? Look at her thighs! They’re massive’
I’d love, even for just one day for someone to think I’m pretty.