FTS.

Have you ever laid on your bed at night, and just cried? Cried because you’re ugly. Because you’re not good enough. You counted all your flaws from head to toe, to punish and feel worse about yourself. Cried because the comments people blurt out, actually hurt your feelings. Cried because your family is dysfunctional. You don’t want to be a burden, so you bottled it all up. Around people, you’re the happiest ray of sun shine. But nobody knows, that at night when you’re alone, you break down and just cry.

(Source: itsnotwhatyoulost-itswhatyoufind, via ohaishesjackie)

I say I’m not pretty. Not because I’m looking for attention or compliments, but because that’s truly how I feel. I don’t believe that I am pretty because I can see everything you don’t. I see how my stomach looks when I’m standing in my bra. I see the face under the make up. I see every little flaw about myself, even if you can’t. I say I’m not pretty because I’d be lying if I said I was.

(via sheisinparties)