Red head.
(Source: ath0usandmiles, via jerklyn)
red hair :)
(it’s a shadow, not bruise)
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You see these two people? Yep, they mean a lot to me. They helped boost up my self-esteem a lot. Growing up, I was always on the thicker side and people would always call me “fat.” So you know, I always thought I was ugly and fat. I hated how I look and my body. I would always look at myself in the mirror wishing I was skinny and beautiful. There’s a lot of pretty girls in LA so I hated going out sometimes. And a lot of my friends were beautiful, thin, nice skin, nice smile and what not. I’m probably the heaviest one out of all of us. I hate taking pictures with them sometimes because I’m really thick compare to them. Well anyways, these two call me beautiful on the daily. They always tell me I’m fine without make up, I never had someone who calls me beautiful so many times. They really helped me realize that I’m not so bad looking, hahaha. No I don’t say “I’m ugly” or “I’m fat” so people would say “NOOO YOU’RE NOT.” I really do think I am. You don’t understand how hard is it going up as a kid and people calling you fat all the time, it hurts ya know? It still hurts me thinking about it even when people are joking.
