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Reblog if you’re determined to be the skinny girl you’ve always wanted to be within the next six months.
six months aklgjdlkfg this is gonna take me six years
oh fucking yes… I have a photo of me and few other girls at 13 years old, and if I see it I really feel bad, I was so horrible!
Everytime someone breaks your heart people say “oh, he/she just wasn’t the one” or “you’ll find the right person” or “you’ll be the one for the right person”,
but really, I guess some girls just were not meant to be “the one”.
I feel like I’m not that girl you introduce to your parents, I’m not the girl you date and imagine a future together, I’m not the girl you meet and fall in love, I’m not the girl you plan to marry, I’m not the girl to settle, I’m not the girl you have a deep meaningful long relationship with;
instead I’m the girl you show off at the party, I’m the girl you hook up while you find someone else, I’m the girl you meet at a party and have an affair with, I’m the girl you have fun with for a few weeks, I’m the girl you think it’s just pretty and fun to be around but that’s it, I’m the girl you never take seriously,
I am that girl you enjoy having around but never really fall in love with.
And it’s okay, some of us just weren’t meant to be loved, but just to smile and be admired.
I want to be skinny
I want to be so skinny my ribs turn my side into hills and valleys
I want to be so skinny I people offer me their jacket when it isn’t even cold
I want to be so skinny people think I’m sick
I want to be so skinny my eyes look huge
I want to be skinny
I wonder if boys know about the girls crying in their beds, tears leaking from their eyes as they replay all of those memories. Do boys know that their words mean so much more than letters strewn together to express careless thoughts? Every teenage girl knows what it’s like to feel that first heartbreak. The butterflies become uneasiness. The flutters become heavy and slowed. The smiles become sobs. All for a boy. A boy who sees other girls just like he sees her. He’s not different, darling. At least not yet. No one’s taught him how to love you right.
You’re just a boy who likes girls
But you don’t like freaks
And you don’t like creeps
So I guess you don’t like me
Oh well, if it’s damaged it’s hard to sell
I get that you bet your mother will like her more
She’s the kinda girl that’s easy to adore
I get that you bet your friends will say “hey she’s cute”, for sure
But I don’t get you
Or those smiles you try and hide that hint you like me too
Are you afraid I’ll turn you into someone like me?
Or are you afraid they’ll see
that you were always someone like me?
I wonder if boys know about the girls crying in their beds, tears leaking from their eyes as they replay all of those memories. Do boys know that their words mean so much more than letters strewn together to express careless thoughts? Every teenage girl knows what it’s like to feel that first heartbreak. The butterflies become uneasiness. The flutters become heavy and slowed. The smiles become sobs. All for a boy. A boy who sees other girls just like he sees her. He’s not different, darling. At least not yet. No one’s taught him how to love you right.
i can’t wait to be skinny
i literally can’t wait to be skinny. it’ll be so fun to be able to choose any clothes i want and not have to worry and to be able to wear crazy clothes and not give a damn because i look great in everything. it’ll be so great to be able to wear just a little bit of makeup because i’m naturally pretty. it’ll be even better to not give a fuck and finally feel happy with myself
A reason
When you’re skinny, you don’t have to spend your day adjusting your clothes so your fat wont be as visible.
No need to worry about raising your hand and your shirt going up when you’re skinny..
