My favorite compliments:
Anything about my hair, my eyes because they are the only things i like about my body.
Things i hate about my body:
My hips because i think they are awkward. My ribs because i have one that sticks out and im too skinny. My smile because i look stupid. My eye brows because everyone made fun of me
Things that scare me:
When a boy swears directly at me when in a fight. When people don’t answer me when i text them, cause my mind will automatically think the worst. The thought of people judging me. That everyone will leave me. That i will never get married.
Things that upset me:
When people say im skin and bones. When i get mad at people. When people laugh at me when i do something stupid. Also when people call me stupid.
General Life Story:
Social workers from 5 through 8 Grade. Used alittle freshman year because they wanted to see if i “improved” I had group meetings there with friends
In 7th grade i said i wanted to kill myself so i had to get an outside social worker. It was some old ass lady that didnt do shit for me and only wanted money i could tell. So i pretended to get “better” Had to get another outside social worker because i tweeted “Mom go to hell i fucking hate you.” That day was my first actually cut that bled. And now im here… Almost a year clean(: No more social workers!