I’m starting to slowly drift into an endless cycle of wishing I looked different, I wish I was skinnier, my hips weren’t wide, that I didn’t have love handles, that I looked prettier, that I fit in, that I was just someone, not me. But I’m cursed with all these things and I do get called fat and get bullied for it. This kid was telling me if I was on the Titanic it would sink because of me, that I should work out, that I should diet, and with the ship id sink right along. It does sting even if I’ve been called it many times. This kid said I was “thick” and some other kid said “It’s the donuts.” and the same donut kid said “if (my name) lost half a pound her and (kid people ship me with) would look good together.” and it does sting and I do feel like crying but I don’t say anything. Monday I started working out to lose some weight and I think it would be better for me and my self-confidence if I achieved my goal. I think if I work hard enough, through my journey of losing weight I’d learn to just love myself for who I am. I think that when I learn that I’ll accomplish anything.