Just scrolling through Tumblr and seeing several picture extremely thin women with many reblogs.
When I next have free time I’m going to write the health issues related to being underweight.
BEING UNDERWEIGHT IS JUST AS SERIOUS AND DANGEROUS AS BEING OVERWEIGHT.
I waited about 6 months to talk to someone because I didn’t think he’d remember me and wouldn’t want to talk to me.
He said he missed me.
Why did I wait so long?
People may be excited about 1D’s world tour. I’m more excited they mastered the art of time travel.
Dublin, Ireland AND Bogata, Colombia on the same day. April 25th, 2014.
After Peru, South America they travel to Sunderland, UK for the next day THEN back to South America to perform in Paraguay.
Being female sucks.
For one week, once a month it sucks. The rest of the time is great but for that week not even pain killers can help.
I’m always seeing these things.
I’m tall, ‘skinny’, long brown hair and I wear designer skinny jeans (because they’re the only ones long enough). I’m single. I’ve never had a ‘proper’ boyfriend so this is crap.
I have fairly bad skin, I tend to wear my hair naturally and barely wear any makeup. So these must be why someone is being chosen over me?
So please don’t think if you were taller and skinnier that you’d get a boyfriend. Chances are pretty similar to what they are now. And the other things you could change if that’s why you want someone to like you…I’m not changing for someone. I am me.
p.s. You could easily flip this around about men. You’re saying you wouldn’t choose the more physically attractive* one?
* Physically attractive in the eyes of society.
Ps. I hate being called skinny. I may be slimmer than you but I have an ideal BMI/weight so stop calling me skinny.
I don’t know if it’s because I’ve been listening to the Once soundtrack but I feel more emotional. I’m forever being left out.
When people look back and discuss someone they tend to mention that person’s best friend who the associate them with. All my best friends had someone they were inseparable from. I didn’t have that one person. I’m going to be forgotten completely one day.
Someone on my Facebook just told my best friends from high school that a song reminds her of the two of them. I’m not part of that memory yet I was there. We were three best friends, not two.
This makes me want to succeed in life so I can turn around and show people I didn’t need them. *whispers* f**k you *whispers*
I’m lucky enough to have friends all over the country thanks to the theatre and working at the Olympics during the summer. I can go somewhere in the country and there would always be someone near by to see.
Maybe not having deep to ties to anyone is better…
I love my life and I wouldn’t change a think about it but it still makes me sad.
And now I’m crying as Falling Slowly comes on again.