Thinspiration
Jag rekommenderar att ni tar er två minuter som det tar att läsa igenom denna textbiten och tänka efter vad den egentligen handlar om.
Do you know what it's like To have one thing on your mind And never have it leave, No matter how hard you try?
You know, I can't remember the last time I ate something Without feeling helpless Hideous Failed Dirty And unbeautiful
It's not a choice It?s never been a choice
It's not merely an envy of the models in magazines or a contest among peers
I could be the last person on Earth With noone to judge me but myself And I would still feel this way
I need people to stop telling me That I am skinny That they love me how I am Or that I need help. Nobody can help me!
As I suffer alone Who can help?
You can send me to a ward, Stick a needle in my arm, Stuff me silly, Drive me batty, Feed me fatty through a tube You can cure the whole outside But the inside doesn't change.
Don't you see? These people are beautiful to me
On the outside, they are frail But on the inside they are strong
J, make me beautiful, they whisper Help me through this day Not so that I can be thin But so I can be pure
On the outside, I am smiling But on the inside, I am dying.
I need you to tell me Tell me lies so beautiful
Take me and break me Make me strong like you.
I dream of walking between the raindrops Don?t tell me I can't. Because all I ever wanted All I really ever wanted Was to be happy.
..En annan erfarenhet, tänker jag låta den här text beskriva.För många som lever förstår inte och kommer tack och lov aldrig att behöva göra det heller!Jag rekommenderade er att ta er tid och läsa igenom denna textbiten, den är lång men den betyder verkligen någonting. Denna texten är min beskrivning på det som utgör 99% av mina dåliga dagar. Resten lämnar jag åt era tankar sålänge..
You know, I can't remember the last time I ate something Without feeling helpless Hideous Failed Dirty And unbeautiful
It's not a choice It?s never been a choice
It's not merely an envy of the models in magazines or a contest among peers
I could be the last person on Earth With noone to judge me but myself And I would still feel this way
I need people to stop telling me That I am skinny That they love me how I am Or that I need help. Nobody can help me!
As I suffer alone Who can help?
You can send me to a ward, Stick a needle in my arm, Stuff me silly, Drive me batty, Feed me fatty through a tube You can cure the whole outside But the inside doesn't change.
Don't you see? These people are beautiful to me
On the outside, they are frail But on the inside they are strong
J, make me beautiful, they whisper Help me through this day Not so that I can be thin But so I can be pure
On the outside, I am smiling But on the inside, I am dying.
I need you to tell me Tell me lies so beautiful
Take me and break me Make me strong like you.
I dream of walking between the raindrops Don?t tell me I can't. Because all I ever wanted All I really ever wanted Was to be happy.
..En annan erfarenhet, tänker jag låta den här text beskriva.För många som lever förstår inte och kommer tack och lov aldrig att behöva göra det heller!Jag rekommenderade er att ta er tid och läsa igenom denna textbiten, den är lång men den betyder verkligen någonting. Denna texten är min beskrivning på det som utgör 99% av mina dåliga dagar. Resten lämnar jag åt era tankar sålänge..
Kommentarer
Postat av: annelie
:/
allt man göra är att önska att igen mer drabbas av det.
:/
Postat av: Anonym
jättebra.
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