I am 13 years old, and I'm not here to talk about having a bad life, because I don't. I'm not here to talk about how people pick on me, because I don't give a rats ass what they think. I'm not here to complain. This blog is for people like me. People who are not happy with there appearance.
This is me. That is what I looked like last year, with my hair tucked into my hat. I was only 12 then. I was lucky enough that my skin was partially cleared up during that week.
I hate how I look. I hate that I am so young, and have so much acne, weigh so much, am so short. When you are big and short, you feel like you are being weighed down. I weigh 190 lb.(rounded) with the height of 5". I also have glasses, and have braces. The braces are temporary, but the rest of it is a lot tougher to get rid of.
I'm told I have a great personality, but no one is nice enough to get past what I look like?! To me, I feel like I'm being held back, held back from being who I really want to be, from wearing what I really would like to wear, from liking those who I might love one day. But, I wouldn't know, I've never been given the chance to find out.
Everyday, I torture myself, not with physical self-harm, no. That would be stupid, but by mental. I go to clothing website, and look at all my favorite outfits, sundresses, bags, jewelry. But I would never! EVER! Let myself have any of it. I torture myself with nice things until I straighten up. Lose weight, clear up my face, lose my horrid-ness.
By the time I get to my goal, I'll have a job, I'll have money, I'll be able to buy the things I deprived myself of when I was this age. I must be strong, if I ever will to be who I want to be.
