Cause I can’t make you love me, If you don’t. You can’t make your heart feel, Something it won’t.

So FUCKING DONE with food. You’re the reason I’m fat. You’re the reason he doesn’t love me. You’re the reason he’s with someone else. FUCK. YOU.

To anyone who has every been bullied, those who have been called names by those who you love or those you could care less about, those who as ever been made to feel that they weren’t good enough, those who have ever hurt themselves or are hurting themselves, please take 7 minutes out of your day to watch this.

Because we are the members of the graduating class of “We Made It”.

We’re still here

The moment when you realize you love someone, is when you can’t have them anymore.

Everyone has baggage. It’s because we are human. It’s because we’ve experienced life and the hardships that it places upon us. We are afraid of our baggage, sometimes it is such a heavy load that we fear it will scare others away. But I find that by sharing, by admitting our baggage we slowly start to accept it, and find that other people might carry the same type of load as well.

For me? I hate the fact that I have to eat. I starve myself and hope that one day it will be enough for me to love myself again. I’m afraid that I’ll never marry. That there is no one on this earth who could possibly love me forever. I could never see myself as being that special.

I’ve shared my baggage. So what’s yours?

I think about how it will most likely never happen to me. I can’t imagine someone loving me for the rest of their life. Wanting to be with me and only touch me forever. I can’t imagine ever being that special. Forever is a long time.

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But what we don’t realize is that we are socialized, from a very young age, to recognize that violence from men is an acceptable form of secret affection. When we were little, the boy we repeatedly bullied us, called us names and punched us on the playground, we were told by our parents “He hits you because he like you.”

As a parent, be aware of the lessons that you teach your little girls, they can stick with them all the way into adulthood. How about instead you teach them to have zero tolerance policy of violence towards them.

Teach them that people that hit you, don’t love you.

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My feeeeeels!

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