I am not skinny. I don’t have a tiny waist line. I have curves. I have love handles, big thighs, and a tummy. Up until 5 months ago, I tried everything to be skinny. I starved myself for days. I made myself throw up. I worked out until I passed out. I was pushing my body off the edge. I was living off bottles of water. This wasn’t a daily thing. But it happened almost every other month. So that meant that I would lose about 5 pounds one month, then gain 6 the next month. Do you know why I did it? I was sick of being the “fat” friend. I was tired of boys saying “she has a pretty face… If only she wasn’t so chubby.” I would walk past a mirror and cringe. I was sick of looking through pictures I was tagged in, and realizing that all I was doing in those photos was making the other person look skinnier. Sometimes I would just sit and cry because I was so depressed about how I looked.
  

I’m nothing like that anymore. My boyfriend has boosted my confidence, and he’s helping me be motivated to get into shape. I used to be scared about people finding out. But then I realized, maybe by telling my story, I can help another girl through this.
   

I am not skinny. But I love myself. I’m not bitter. Embrace your flaws, because there’s no one else that’s like you.<3

-mywristshavestories