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So there i was just scrolling through someones tumblr, and i came across this and i just stopped. It caught my attention for a long time. I noticed every piece breaking, in slow motion so clearly and the one thing that came to my mind was that moment when your heart breaks. When you can feel it drop and break into little pieces when you hear something that you wish wasn’t true, the truth that you have made yourself not believe, read something you wish hadn’t, or seen something you wish you hadn’t.

Do you know who that picture is of ? That’s Marilyn Monroe. They’ve considered her the most beautiful women in the world. She’s gorgeous, and beautiful, right ? But look at her stomach. Is it completley flat ? Does she not have love handles or, perfect long skinny legs ? No. She dosn’t. And wanna know something ? Her pants size, was a size 9. She wasn’t some fucking 00 or 1. She had CURVES. You all worry about your pants size, and your weight when, in reality, who cares ? Why not live your life and be happy instead of counting calories in your head ? Trying to “Be skinny” ? You think losing weight it going to automatically make you feel better ? It wont. No magical fairy is gonna come flying outta the fucking wood work, declaring, “You’re now offically hott ! Boys love you now ! You can be accepted by society !” No. Utter, bullshit. You’re fucking beautiful ; it’s society thats fucked. Love yourself, because if you cant love yourself, you cant love anybody, or anything else. Be free, and be happy. Fuck what the media says, you want that double cheese-burger with bacon ? GO FOR IT. Until your weight starts to affect your health, you’re perfectly fine to eat what you please. ♥

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