okay so I’m going to post this because it’s been bugging me all night. i don’t understand why people feel the need to go on anonymous and send degrading hate that makes them feel like shit. I’ve always said and seen myself as someone who can never be pretty enough, i see all these girls on tumblr who are absolutely stunning, and its not that i compare myself to them at all but i accept that I’m not and never will be one of those perfectly stunning girls, who gets love and admiration constantly. but when i get anons saying I’m “a flat chested, ugly cunt’ i don’t think you realise how deep it goes and means to me. for some people they can brush that shit off, because one: they’re confident in themselves and two: they sort of know that they’re stunning. but for me it’s a different story.
i grew up in London, with parents who worked full time and nannys who looked after us. I moved to somerset when i was 8 so we could get away from the city life, because unless you have experienced it, living in a city is like being constantly confined and stuck in one place, with constant noise and pollution.
two years after we moved, i started to get bullied at my school. being called ‘ugly’ and ‘munted’ and most of all ‘spotty face’ or something.. I’ve always had a problem of really bad skin, constantly getting spots and having to deal with it.. going to school with girls who can layer their skin in make up and not worry about getting spots afterwards, has always been something that I’ve had to cope with, however much makeup i put on, i can never hide the fucking awful complexion i have which never goes away. because my skin is so oilily my makeup comes off really easily provoking comments like ‘oh did you forget to put your make up on today imy. hahahaha’ when actually its not funny. I’m so self-conscious about loads of things about me because of the comments I’ve been having since i started to get spots.. i was bullied so much at my first school that i had to move to what i now consider the best school I’ve ever been too
i used to come home crying after every school day because cold, heartless comments were thrown at me like they didn’t hurt. people who say that words can’t hurt obviously havnt been through enough torment to experience it.
so even now when people say things like that to me or to anyone, i get angry because i know what its like to get hurt by what is said, because in fact you probably almost agree with the anon but being just reminded of it hurts you. yeah i am a flat chested ugly bitch but you really don’t have to say it to me or to anyone. okay?