I need to stop worrying about all of my imperfections and how unhealthily I eat all of the time. It’s like I’ve become obsessed. I can’t do a thing without thinking about the rings around my eyes or the acne on my forehead or my buck teeth. I can’t stop hating other girls for having smaller noses and bigger eyes that I do. I can’t keep myself from wishing I’d shrink to the couple extra inches to 5’4. But I want to be happy with myself. Couldn’t you have just told me I was beautiful?
