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• Question: hope this helps =/
  Exorcizamus te, omnis immundus spiritus, omnis satanica potestas, omnis incursio infernalis adversarii, omnis legio, omnis congregatio et secta diabolica, in nomine et virtute Domini Nostri Jesu Christi, eradicare et effugare a Dei Ecclesia, ab animabus ad imaginem Dei conditis ac pretioso divini Agni sanguine redemptis. - draftgiraffe
• Answer:

  DOES THIS SUMMON THE DEVIL?

Gotta start over. Gotta find a peaceful place.

I should be a happy person- my life is wonderful. I need to be at peace again.

Its everywhere. I’m not even going to stress about it. I accept me for who I am and what I look like and it doesn’t make that much sense to obsess over something I am already content with.

I have other things in my life I want to focus on outside of my appearance. I’m not going to let insecurity motivate me to do anything.

I’m tired of feeling insecure or shitty about my appearance when I myself look in the mirror and see nothing wrong. The only reason I hate my appearance is because I feel like I am told to. Family, friends, the media, other girls. I’m sick of it. My father taught me to be proud of how I look and I am disappointed in myself that I let this eat at me for a year.

Would it just be easier to lose the weight and get everyone to shut up? I guess so.

This isn’t fair to me. I hate feeling like this, I’m tired of the pressure and the constant paranoia.

I have never dealt with this. No one I’ve ever dated has said anything about my weight. My dad says I’m beautiful, until now I never had a problem

But now it comes up every day.

I can’t escape it anymore. I’ve never been told anything about my apperance ever.

Maybe I really did get fat as fuck

Maybe I am in denial about it and can’t get over my stubbornness.

Why is it a problem when I myself have no qualms with my appearance?

Be you angels?

And we said

NAY

We are but men

ROCK

AaaaaaAAAAAAAAAaHHHHHHHHHH 

(via draftgiraffe)