I binged. I hate myself, selfimage. I have issues with me which I try to hide. Very firmly, deeply, down, under the ground. Not working. They are still there, still haunting me like there's no other person in the world they could attack.
Anxious
Bravery
Conquer
Just a reminder why we are doing this.To feel happy and beautiful.
To live longer and better.
To build a stronger future.
To mess with the boys.
To get energy.
To look good no matter the position or angle.
To be healthy.
To look cute without the chubby cheeks.
To be strong.
To casually show off your tan-line without sucking anything in.
To eat the bright and delicious healthy meals.
To not fear the beach or the tiny swim suits.
To not be the fat friend.
To figure out what it’s like to be in top condition.
To have a clean body and mind.
To have a life-changing experience.
To wow everyone.
I need to make it for me. Finally, at last.
To build muscle, lose fat, drop pounds and stick to me 99lbs.
I feel stuck.
Then someone tells me how good I look
and for a moment
For a moment I am happy
But when I'm alone
No one hears me cry
and for a moment
For a moment I am happy
But when I'm alone
No one hears me cry
There are days when I'm okay
And for a moment
For a moment I find hope
But there are days when I'm not okay






































































