Tomorrow Is The Start Of Something New And Good.

changing your whole aesthetic because your doing better mentally is ✨mwah✨

you have been visited by the seven magic dragon balls your biggest wish will be granted but only if you reblog

best feeling? weighing yourself and seeing a lower number ✨

rb to see a lower number tomorrow morning!

bisexual culture is reblogging everything that mentions bisexuality

I honestly and truthfully hate myself.

My hair:

I’m black and I get perms and I really wanna go natural. Told my mom and she told me that if u were to go natural all I would do was get made fun of. My relaxed hair grows so fucking slow and turns nappy really quick so when I get sew-ins you can tell the difference and I already get made fun of for that plus my fave is already fat and the only thing that makes it look slightly better is my hair. Yikes

My body:

I’m fat. I have scars everywhere. My thighs look like drum sticks. I have hip dips and that plus the way I already look makes me go from a 1 to a -12. I have stretch marks literally make me look so fucking disgusting and I have so many that I know that none of them are going away even when I lose weight. SOMETHING SO SIMPLE AS MY FINGERS ARE EVEN A FUCKING DISAPPOINTMENT. my fingers couldn’t be fucking normal and straight and have of them if curved. My fucking nails are just annoying. My sister lifted my shirt and goes oh I thought ur stomach plugged out a lot more than that.

My skin:

My pores are fucking huge. Every time I shave you can see the pores in my leg from a mile away and it looks like a have a fucking disease, I have bad hygiene and I don’t take care of my skin and it’s fucking disgusting.

My face:

My acne is so bad. My hyperpigmentation has literally ruined any confidence I had left. My teeth are ducked up and the adults in my fucking house hold refuse to get me a dentist appointment.my nose literally is a pig nose which makes it SOOOOO much better bc I am a fucking pigs. My eyes are this dull dark brown. Not that beautiful hazel color that everyone loves it just plain and fucking boring.

There is nothing for anyone to love about me. There’s nothing for me to love about my self.

Something happening I’ve been hating myself a lot more than usually lately and it’s kind of sad kind of fun kind of scared but it’s all good in the hood.

U bitches deadass have nothing on me

Don’t get me wrong I know I have results. I know I won the lottery and that shit is in my 4d. However my 3d just said nope u lost and don’t get me wrong I refuse to let myself feel down bc at the end of the day “I know I’m rich and I have millions of dollars.” But like do I just need to keep affirming and not even try to get another ticket. Or like get i get a ticket and say this one is set in stone no more games 3d I won this fucking lottery?

What tf is wrong with me

Can someone tell me it’s ok that I typed the wrong federalist paper number on my AP gov exam cause I’m bout to cry cry.