I was thinking, you guys, about self esteem and how hard it is to raise it once it has been knocked down.

I used to be a pretty wide girl. Short, always, but wide. 

Now, I am short and not so wide. Not very wide at all. 

My hips are big but my waist is tiny.

I’ve been told that I was fat. I’ve been told that I would never get a boyfriend. I’ve been told that I was ugly. I’ve been told a countless amount of hurtful things.

Now, it seems to be the opposite. I’ve been told I’m beautiful. I’ve been told that I’m getting really thinner. I’ve had a couple boyfriends. I keep getting told wonderful things.

The issue here?

Because my self esteem has suffered so much, even the wonderful things don’t help restore it. 

It sucks.

-Rochell. 

Sunday Dec 12 @ 06:23pm


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