When I think about the way I used to be treated it still makes my heart sink to know how little I was cared for by you. And in the past couple months I’ve been constantly reminded of that fact. I’m glad God had a plan for us, even if it wasn’t the one we envisioned first. Somehow we’re right where He wants us and I couldn’t be more happy to know that
I make my own decisions and if you have to argue with me about them constantly and try to persuade me otherwise then you should step back and think about what you’re doing. You obviously don’t understand this whole situation if you can’t even grasp what I say after repeating it more than once.
You make me hate the skin I’m in. As if I might as well just hide in my room only exercising and drinking water in order to look “healthy”. I’m not sure whats worse, the fact that I break down anytime someone brings up my weight or that my face looks deformed, or the fact that you’re the one who reminds me constantly of how fucked up I look and that no “normal” teenager goes through weight problems and acne. I spend too much time looking in the mirror and hating myself, crying and self loathing. Not really sure what else there is to say anymore.