this used to be me…
How I feel every day.
This honestly tugs at my heart a bit, that younger and younger girls are getting self concious of their bodies. The Media is messed up.
this reminds me of my first choir uniform, standing in front of the mirror and crying because the bottoms to the uniform made me look like a giant pudge. i was nine years old. third grade. i don’t think it has so much to do with the media as it has to do with my brain chemistry. i’ve always felt big.
I started looking in the mirror and doing this around three or four. And my sister told me I was too young to worry about things like that.
That’s not what the Media told me.