Society cannot tell me that the body God gave me is not beautiful.
I can’t do this anymore. I know I need to work on some ways I take care of myself both physically and mentally, but I must face the facts and find some way to be happy. I’m so tired of being upset all the time about a body that God gave me- wanting to change it all to look like someone else God did not intend for me to be. I do not have a short torso or long legs, I do not have an extremely long neck or fingers, and I do not have a flat chest to make that waify line. A long-limbed ballerina makes beautiful lines to see, but that does not mean that I can not offer just as much beauty. I’m tired of tormenting myself to do what I think would make me happy, when in the end it is a facade that betrays me because that image will never be ME.
