(Source: gifnation.net, via under-ground-kingg)
| Me: | What do you do when you like a boy? |
|---|---|
| Sister: | You tell him. |
| Me: | And if he doesn't like you? |
| Sister: | You kill him. |
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What you think about me will not change the way I see myself. I am not at all ashamed of who I am. I will not change for anyone but myself. I don’t understand how you can criticize someone’s flaws unless you yourself have none…and guess what honey, nobody is perfect.
What I decide to do or not do to change who I am or what I look like is none of your god damn business.
I love myself for who I am and I have nothing to be ashamed about.
And guess what bitch, I fucking LOVE my body. I have curves. I am NOT skinny. And I am sexy as fuck.
You may be skinnier than me, but I’m happier than you. And I have more confidence in my curves than you do in your bones. YOU are the one who doesn’t see yourself clearly and THAT is sad.
The fact that you have to pick at other’s insecurities because of your own is also sad.
If you were happy you wouldn’t be so bitter. It’s not my fault that you don’t love who you are.
Just because you can read me like a book doesn’t mean you understand my story.
Hint: Spark notes is NOT going to help you.
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Hate it when this happens.
