Once my BFF told me something when I revealed that it feels insulting when someone mocks at me says me fat!  
Then he told me that how a simple word  ‘fat’ really the worst thing a human being can be? Is ‘fat’ worse than ‘vindictive’, ‘jealous’, ‘shallow’, ‘vain’, ‘boring’ or ‘cruel’ ?
This made me realize that I am just fat only a chubby person and I neither have such qualities like jealous cruelty and all that...in present times it feels good when someone calls me fat instead of saying like cheater, traitor or whatever... Now it's  just appealing to me ✨

That's really a positive way of looking at it . I am glad you are doing it . 😀

Obesity

Fuck yesterday I got kera-smoothing done no doubt my hairs are looking damn preety but my volume it's all gone and now I'm regretting my decision 🙂 i wish after keratin wash thori volume aa jaye🤞

3am Thoughts

Hello

Adulting

First time, and I wanna be welcome on deaths door. 

Depression

Koi ladki h kya yaha pr mujhe sb ldke milrhe h

Acquaintance

I think I'm falling in love. But still~~ I'm afraid:(

Crush

There is a guy texting me ...I like him texting ..but I wait for him to initiate ..he did that for past 1 week ...now he doesn't initiate ..should I initiate or wait for him to ??

I'm new to this... So I'm sorry in advance if this is overwhelming. 
All of my life I've been shot down. Treated like garbage, so much so that I kind of believe that there's sound reasoning behind it. Every time I sought out help, to cope with everything going on around me it's been dismissed. I've tried so very hard to put on a brave face and just ignore how I feel. I watched every one else trample on my emotions I assumed it'd be easy enough but it's not. 
Once upon a time I was happy. Mind you, it was short lived. My dad died, my happy castle turned into a nightmare realm where firebreathing dragons were nicer than my keepers. I found myself constantly at another person's mercy yet mercy was never granted. I sought help, as my father taught me that it was not a sign of weakness but rather strength. But every time I was turned away, doors slammed and my hopes diminished. I struggled for years, turning misery into rage and positioning myself in other people's battles just to spare them. And then I found a man, who saw through me. He saw the girl trembling, needing her own knight to come to the rescue. Save her from the hell that she'd been forced to trudge through. 
I wholeheartedly believed I had made it through the war, brokenhearted and torn to find my solace. The light inside me faded quickly as I found that my trust was misplaced and time after time I was cast aside for yet another pretty little thing who knew nothing of the darkness. But I forgave, blinded by the light that I knew was buried deep inside his bones. My daughter was born, then another and a son. I had lived in a content fortress ignorant to all that lay outside my walls. Surrounded by a family of my own design that loved me as much as I loved them. Then the stones began to fall. One by one the brick and mortar chipped off and fell to my feet. Above a darkened night was coming and I tried my best to prepare. But how do you prepare when you're unsure of what the storm will bring?

Cheating

I feel like a tickling time bomb.
Some days everything is normal other days I breakdown.
How should I ask for help? Am I even elligible or it's all in my head? I don't know anymore.

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