So fucking true.
Carly: What are those? (pointing to my scars on my wrist)
Me: They're battle scars.
Anna: Cool! Can I have some?
Me: Please don't ever get some okay? But when you seem someone with them like the ones I have on their wrists go hug them. Don't ever make fun of them okay?
As we're walking around Wal Mart with both of them holding my hands, a young girl walks by us. Carly and Anna go and hug her. She hugs these two adorable little girls back
Girl: Why are you hugging me?
Carly: You have battle scars. *points to her wrists*
And through her tears she looks up at me and smiles.
If you don't reblog this... I don't know what I'd do, just reblog it.
I always feel like this. Because I’m bigger and I’m curvier I automatically feel as if people steer away from me and sit together to bitch about me. My weight is one of the biggest things that makes me depressed and I’ve tried so hard to change it, but nothing works. I’m just that fat depressive emo bitch no one likes
this photo sums up the story of my fucking life
Yeah.. It sums up mine too… People will always stare…
Yup.. Just about sums it up..