Devi Darling

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This is me. Society tells me that I am overweight, that I am not pretty. Life tells me that I am unloved and I have never been kissed. For years I have struggled with my thoughts, thinking I was fat, and it has gotten so bad recently that I’ve thought about making myself puke, thought about working out until I can’t breathe. But that is not how I want to live my life. That is not how anyone should live their life. Do not fall under the pressures of society. Be confident in your body, something I was never capable of doing. No one should have to go through what so many people, including myself, go through every day. It will be a wonderful day when girls like me are considered beautiful, but until that day I will keep dieting, I will keep crying everytime I try on a bikini, I will keep exercising until I can barely breathe.

To all the girls that think the way I do, don’t crack under the pressure. You are all beautiful. No one should have to stop eating or start puking just to get a ‘perfect body.’ You definition of a perfect body is whatever the hell you want it to be. There will always be people like you who understand and who will listen to what you’re going through and help you get through it in a healthy way.

Please reblog so that every girl on tumblr, all of you beautiful, has something to believe in. You all need to know how beautiful you are. Don’t give up hope girls. We can change society’s mind. Don’t let anyone tell you otherwise.

I am beautiful.

You’re still fat.

I know how you feel.. But un until this year.. I quit caring.

I have friends skinnier than me, I have friends that look better in a bikini than I do. But I don’t care. I’ve always been big and even though society wants a bean pole, I have decided that I don’t want to be that. I want to be the weight I am. I’ll take my curves and my 150 and love it. If this is how I’m ment to be then fine by me. My parents think I’m beautiful, my friends think I’m beautiful, and my boyfriend (who’s weighs 30 pounds less than me) loves me regardless and tells me I’m skinny and pretty.

I’m not afraid to be naked, to try on a bikini, or eat what I want. It’s my body. I am beautiful. You are beautiful. The people who are not beautiful are the people who live out of beauty magazines and strive for that impossible perfection that is held in front of us everyday.