- You are beautiful with or without makeup
- Keep smiling and keep your head up
- Things will eventually pass in time, you just have to be patient
- If you can, forgive and forget. If you can’t forget and forgive later
- You are always loved
- There is always someone to talk to, whether it’s someone you’ve known for years or someone you’ve just meet. It could even be someone you’ve never meet, there are 7.442 billion people in the world, someone will listen to you
- Sharing is caring
- Do what you want and what will make you happy, not what someone else wants and will make them happy. Your happiness matters too
- You’re allowed to have a bad day
- You don’t have to wear make up if you don’t want to. You can wear make up if you want to. either way, you’re beautiful
- It’s never too late to go back to school or learn something new
- It’s never too late to make something right again
- Nothing is worth the cost of your happiness
- It’s never too late to change yourself, but only do so for your health and happiness
- No matter your size, race, height, age, or anything else, you’re still beautiful
- There might be 7.442 billion people in the world, but you still matter
- Don’t listen to people’s negative comments, in a few years you won’t even remember their last name
- Words do hurt, but eventually they heal
- People are always willing to help you, either people you know or someone on the street, somewhere out there someone does care about you
- Nothing is ever so bad that you need to end your life, you have something and/or someone to live for even if you don’t know it yet or you can’t see it
- People come and go, but the ones that stay are the ones you need to keep
- If you need anyone to talk to I’m always here for you.
She can’t look in her mirror,
She can’t look at herself anymore.
She can’t look at her body,
She can’t look at her face.
She hates when her legs touch.
She hates when her stomach shows.
She hates when her arms move.
She hates when her butt’s bulging.
Her legs touch, shake while walking.
Her legs are dry and bleak.
Her legs are wide and thickset.
Her legs are stocky and stubby.
Her stomach is potbellied and husky.
Her stomach is jiggly and wiggly.
Her stomach is bulging and plumply.
Her stomach is oversized and swollen.
Her arms are roly-poly and blabby.
Her arms are fleshy and chunky.
Her arms are flabby and overabundance.
Her arms are blubber and beefy.
Her butt is lumpy and bumpy.
Her butt is irregular and uneven.
Her butt is stout and blucky.
Her butt is pudgy and hefty.
She grabs fat on inner thighs.
She pulls handfuls of her stomach.
She pinches her under arm flubber.
She squeezes her butt to smaller.
She stretches for smaller inner thighs.
She drinks tea for smaller stomach.
She exercises for smaller, thinner arms.
She walks for smaller, rounder butt.
- Getting through the day without eating.
- Deep cuts that last a lifetime.
- The feeling of all her scars.
- The numbness on a dull body.
- Feeling the warm blood drip down.
- Putting the mental pain into physical.
- The relief after one single cut.
- Realizing she’ll never truly be happy.
- Feeling the knife in her hand.
- The demons that keep her company.
- The feeling while the lighter burns.
- Pencil sharpener blade on bare skin.
- Finding new ways to become skinny.
- The brightness of a new cut.
- The blade getting through her skin.
- Red hot metal on her skin.
- Getting to peel off a scab.
- Putting marks on her fresh skin.
- Being able to breath after cutting.
- Her stomach craving for some food.
- The smoke filling up her lungs.
- Grabbing onto a blade that cuts.
- The beauty of bright red blood.
- Tricking people with her fake smiles.
- Drinking until she is finally numb.
- Being able to deepen a cut.
- Putting her body through the pain.
- The beauty of fresh running blood.
- Making sure blood doesn’t get everywhere.
- Knowing it’s a good cut.
- Watching the scale’s numbers go down.
- Finding that her thighs don’t touch.
- The beauty of pain she created.
- The clarity of holding broken glass.
- The feeling of breaking into flesh.
- Seeing broken glass on the street.
- Hiding fresh new cuts from everyone.
- The burning sensation in the throat.
- The salty taste of her tears.
- Deepening the cuts on her thigh.
- Feeling the cuts on her wrist.
- Praying to feel some pain today.
- Fitting into that perfect skinny outfit.
- Noticing her scale numbers drop down.
- Finally reaching her weekly weight goals.
- Feeling free after cutting a few.
- Not falling asleep to burn calories.
- Being able to feel her bones.
- Being able to see her bones.
- Not being tempted by any foods.
- Drinking tea and eating nothing else.
- Feeling the pain after burning and cutting.
- Being able to smile through pain.
- Avoiding all people, especially eating people.
- Making marks that cause bad pain.
- Adding onto all the old scars.
- People believing her that she’s okay.
- Being able to ignore other’s eating.
- Nobody noticing she’s cutting and burning.
- Being able to say she succeeded.
- The shininess of fresh red blood.
- When she can keep everything clean.
- Holding the light knife in hand.
- Blood beads look like little diamonds.
- The sparkles on the knife’s blade.
- Feeling that it’s a deep cut.
- After the fifth cut, she’s numb.
- The depth of a new cut.
- The tingles of a new cut.
- Drinking until she forgets the pain.
- Getting the nerve to cut deep.
- Getting the nerve to burn skin.
- Hot water on her frozen hands.
- The beauty in holding her life.
- Helping others to not feel pain.
- Turning her mental pain into physical.
- Creating artworks with knifes and skin.
- Cutting creates a week of pain.
- Marking body as much as mind.
- Tingling after feeling the hot flame.