I fall too fast, and way too hard. I stutter when I get put on the spot. If someone looks at me I have 2 left feet, I have small hands and big thighs. I can’t look in the mirror without pointing out my flaws. I’ve cut, and attempted suicide. I get called beautiful and perfect, but I really don’t see it in myself. I feel like I’m different from anyone else, because I see beauty in everything, except me. I feel like I have no point in life, and I don’t honestly understand why I’m breathing right now. It seems as if everyone hates me, but don’t worry, I hate myself, too.

I only wrote this to prove the like 10 people that messaged me calling me perfect, wrong. I’m really not perfect, not even close.