This is my story.

But what makes me sad is that society thinks “skinny” = beautiful.

“I didn’t eat for a week! I’m so strong, I must keep going.” Sure, you’re strong for keeping that up. But in reality, without the proper nutrition, without food, your body is getting weaker and weaker, leading to all sorts of problems.

Yes, I’m a girl and of course, I admire a slim figure. A healthy, slim figure.

Tone stomach with a hint of abs > thinspo/hip bones

“You know why she has a boyfriend? Because she’s skinny.
You know people love her? Because she’s skinny.
You know why she’s sexy? Because she’s skinny.”

I’m pretty sure guys find a healthy, slim body much sexier than a body with bones sticking out. To be honest, some girls look much more attractive before losing all those weight. Hilary Duff, for example.

Demi Lovato, yes, she gained weight and personally, I think she looks much more beautiful now. She has an eating disorder; she used to perform on stage on an empty stomach, she starved herself. But now, she’s healthy and she’s in a great shape.

All these young girls on tumblr reblogging pictures of anorexic girls make me want to cry. Girls as young as thirteen years old are starving themselves. Their bodies are in good shape and yet, they still hear how hideous and fat they are.

There are people out there dying because they don’t have enough food and here,  people are purposefully starving themselves because they think they’re not beautiful enough.

And don’t assume I don’t know “how it feels.” You don’t think I’ve been told I’m fat? You don’t think I’ve been told to lose weight? You don’t think I’ve cried myself to sleep, tried giving up food? You don’t think I wished I was “as gorgeous as her”?

I know how it feels. That’s why I want to be somebody’s support. I want to help someone stay strong before they feel like they’re about to fall. I want to help them stay strong enough to help somebody else.

Be confident in your body; be confident in yourself.
(I know, I have a post similar to this already)

(Ugh, where’s my best friend to take the words out of my mouth when I need her? She can put everything I want to say in less than a novel)

I’m going to make a dream journal (or add a page in my scrapbook) with my dream vacation, dream party, dream whatever. Where will most of the pictures come from? Tumblr, of course. And yes, it’s going to be “all out.”

It’s not a “places I must go” or “things I must have” kind of thing. Just something for me to dream about.

If you know me, you know I have an imagination.

Picture of a gorgeous party bus cruising along the—whatever that is? I don’t need that, but it’s nice to imagine (and know that such thing exists).

It’s a little hard for me to find anything romantic. Some things people find romantic, I don’t. Unfortunately, thanks to a certain fictional world, I have asdfghkl; expectations (that’s the best adjective I can think of). But of course, I appreciate every little gesture. But this, this is like nothing I have seen before. I would love to just sit there.

A big, and beautiful, expensive house (or in this case, mansion) by the beach? Sure, it’d be nice to imagine renting it for a few weeks over the summer and having my big family over (or for my wedding *cough*).

But back to my dream journal, I don’t have to have this. It’s just something nice to think about, that’s all. The point of this dream journal is just so I can visually create this other world for myself (if that made any sense) and that’s good enough. The life I’m living now is practically a “luxury” for someone, somewhere else.

I’m satisfied with what I have; I have nothing to complain about (at the moment). I try not to let people spoil me, especially my parents. I actually told them, “let’s save up for my loans!” HAHAHA. I can’t imagine their faces when they find my “dream journal” and wonder what’s running through my mind!