This is me. I’m not very fond of my looks but I still keep going. I have no hair. I have alopecia, I don’t get facial hair, eyebrows, eyelashes, hair. It’s been a living hell growing up with this. Everyday I come home and cry. People tell me I’m worthless, my life has no meaning. I’m a waste of skin. Everyday. I keep fighting and fighting. I don’t have perfect eyes. I don’t have perfect thighs. I have flaws. You all do too. You don’t have to bring out mine just because they are more noticeable. If you took the time to read this, you care. I love you.
If this reaches 1000 notes im going to cry legit.
you’re beautiful.
(Source: whore0z, via hellogoodbye1112)
“How do you pick up the threads of an old life? How do you go on, when in your heart, you begin to understand, there is no going back? There are some things that time cannot mend. Some hurts that go too deep…that have taken hold.”
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