Hi, my name is Sam. I’m 16 years old.
My entire life I’ve loathed myself. My tummy was too big, my legs were too fat, my arms were too floppy. I could go on. I decided to do this because I don’t want anyone to feel like me. When I was 8 years old I locked myself in my bathroom for about 5 hours. I cried and cried and cried. Only because I didn’t think I looked good in a bikini. My dad came home from work that day, grabbed the key to the bathroom, and sat down next me. He told me a story. He said;
“Samantha, I have to tell you something. You’ve become such a beautiful little girl. And I believe you’re only going to be more beautiful with time. You’re going to grow taller, your hair will get thicker, and your voice will get louder. You’ll want to wear pretty clothes and dye your hair, and grow up. Just promise me you won’t forget how beautiful you are along the way. I mean, look at your mother. The most beautiful woman in our tiny little town. But she’s getting old. And when you get old, all that beauty that you’re about to get will begin to fade. Soon you’ll be the most beautiful girl in the city. And I will be so proud of you. You will always be beautiful, no matter what. “
And although I still look in the mirror from time to time and feel so terrible about myself, I remember those words. I’ve battled depression, and the thoughts of suicide because of the hatred for my body. And no one else deserves to feel that way too. Love your body. You are all beautiful. <3