WARNING: This is a trigger post.
My names Cheyenne. I’m fat. Over the course of hmm…ALL my life. I’ve been called every name imaginable, tortured by my foster parents and constantly picked on by my peers. For so long my life SUCKED. I turned to self-harm and the use of drugs. When I was angry at the world for beating me up about my appearance I would drag a blade across my skin and for a fleeting moment it would ease the pain. When that wasn’t enough, I would turn to drugs. Popping pills here and there. I did it up until I was 18. When I turned 18 I was kicked out and sent to California where I met my wonderful ex-boyfriend David. Within the six months of living with David I learned to appreciate every part of my body. I learned that I was a beautiful woman regardless what the WORLD had to say about me. I. Was. Fucking. Beautiful. Although David and I are no longer together, I am forever indebted to him for finally making me realize my worth. I love my curves, I love my chipmunk cheeks, I love my nose and my big brown eyes. If it means anything at all to those of you who read this blog, I THINK YOU ARE FUCKING BEAUTIFUL!