I was looking through my blog and found this picture of me from summer of 2011:
It kicked me in the guts. Really hard. I woke up.
My waist and hips are so wider now. I am SO bigger now.
When this picture was taken, I weighted 70 kilos.
I wasn’t thin at all but I wasn’t fat. Then I gained more and more and more fat. When I went to the army, last summer, I lost 4 kilos because I starved myself down there and lately I lost a bit more of my weight (even though I eat like a pig. I work all day and always on a rush so I guess I burn many calories).
But man. this doesn’t make any sense. I am really this fat now? In this picture, even my fingers are thinner then the way it is now. I don’t want to be fat anymore. I want to look nice. I’m sick of being fat. I want to diet. I want to lose weight. AND IT’S NOT LIKE I WAS THIN BACK THEN! not at all! but I’m so desperate that this picture makes me realise that I’m so terribly fat… Oh no oh no.
collections that are raw as fuck ➝ tony ward f/w 2014-15
Inspired by this post.
Answers are here.
"Oh my God, that was really violent."
But look how you care about John Watson.
"And what do we say to death?"
"The fuck out my face"
…it’s so much easier to say you’re antisocial…
…or claim that you just don’t like people…
…or pretend that you just don’t care anymore…
…than to admit how lonely and damaged you truly feel.
That’s why we go to shows/movies/books because those characters are the only ones we truly connect with.