Coming from the depths of self hate spawned by a stranger. The light at the end of the tunnel comes ever closer. Years have passed and you have never felt safe in this vessel. Sadly it takes the sharp tongue of interlopers to spin you into action. To outsiders it appears to be self harm..no..self torture. Since they only spare a passing glance, you are left spiraling on your own. Alone...in the dark. You search for the key. You fumble in the murky blackness searching for the door that does not want to be found. All the while inward detest changes you.
Inward it becomes a vicious, blood thirsty monster. Outward it is a silent killer. What do you do?
You walk one more mile. Ride that bike ten more minutes. Push up ten more times. That fat blitch is not going to get the best of you. Not anymorem you can laugh at her now. Besides...who is the fat blitch now?
**Thoughts from that fat girl you laughed at jogging up the street...the chubby girl you recorded at the gym...keep on eating your doughnuts camera holder. To that she says....fluck you honey. I still got mine. What do you have? Nothing but empty dreams.**
#goalswillbereached
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