Hi! Im Rosalie. I have problems with myself. I wish i could have help but my mind doesnt want me to. This stupid mind of mine. Always telling me how awful i am. How fat, ugly, discusting and big shit i am. We all have this little voice in our head yelling at us. Telling us that we deserve it. I am so ready to do anything to kill that damn voice so it could just shut up. I hate myself physically. Everytime i see myself in a mirror, it makes me wanna throw up. For real, it does. I look at my tighs and its just discusting! My belly, my arms, my fingers, my doubleneck, everything on me is horrible! Well thats what i see. One of the things i want is just to feel confident and comfortable in my own skin. I’m tired of waking up and wishing i was in another body. I wanna wake up and look at myself and say : ” well i look good today.” But it never happens. Instead, every morning i wake up with this uge pression on my chest, this pain. Then i just put on my mask. That mask that ecerybody knows and think its the real me. I smile all day, laugh at everything, have a great time! I look like the girl that enjoy her life. Well, i can’t do otherwise. I have to put those fake smiles!! People have to reconize me as “the happy girl” not the ” fat one” . The real me, she’ll stay hide. Thats for the best. i know righting this won’t do anything really, but i needed to say it.