I hate my body.
Like I cannot even begin to express how much I hate my body.
My legs are so fat and flabby.
My arms are so chubby,
My stomach is just fat and it's covered in gross stretch marks.
I hate it and it looking in the mirror makes me cry, but you wanna know how I deal with sadness?
By eating more.
And I just gain more and more weight.
Why the fuck can't I stop eating?
I don't want to be as skinny as a Victoria's Secret model.
I just want to be normal.
I wanna put on something and be happy with how my body looks.
But somethings just seem like their not meant to be.
YOU ARE READING
RANT BOOK
HorrorI'm sad, lonely, and angry and honestly idk who would want to read this but sometimes I just need to let things out
