None of my friends understand…
I’m not comfortable in my body.
Some days I wake up and I just wanna cry.
Stretch marks. Rolls. Scars.
They’re everywhere. I can workout and eat better and lose weight, but my body just doesn’t give in.
So after awhile I do…
It’s hard. I don’t want someone to love me the way I am and tell me I look beautiful to them.
I wanna be beautiful to me!
I want to look in the mirror and love what I see.
Be comfortable when I slide on a pair of jeans not wrestle with myself…
I don’t want to be skinny, but sure as hell don’t want to be what ever this is anymore.