I’m ugly.
I hate myself.
I’m so stupid.
Who would love me?
I can’t do anything right.
I’m so fat.
Why am I so idiotic?
Just skip that meal,
It’ll be easier than regretting it later.
That empty feeling in my stomach
Is proof that I’m being strong.
I can’t wear that,
It shows all of my curves.
Him? Why do I want him?
He’s way too far out of my league.
No wonder no one likes me,
I’m just stupid.
My scars make me ugly.
My past makes me hideous.
My past makes me hideous.
No one will ever love me
Because of what I’ve done.
I.
Should.
Just.
Die.
Should.
Just.
Die.
Why do I say these things to myself?
These things aren’t true.
None of these define me.
None tell me who I am.
You are beautiful, you are loved.
You are forgiven.
And you must remember that.
These things aren’t true.
None of these define me.
None tell me who I am.
You are beautiful, you are loved.
You are forgiven.
And you must remember that.
Julianna May 
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