Since I was little I’ve always had a struggle with my weight, and over the years things have gotten a lot harder for me. I’ve been made fun of and pushed around so much in the past few years. People call me “fat” and tell me that I should just go kill myself, and there have been many days when I’ve thought about it. Coming home and crying my eyes out, being afraid to go to school and faking being sick so I wouldn’t have to. I’ve purged, cut, burned myself with cigarettes. But, I’m here to tell you that I have a hormonal disorder that contributes to my extra weight. I may never be thin, but I do know one thing for sure, I’m beautiful. And if you have nothing nice to say, don’t say anything at all. I can’t help the way my body works sometimes, and I may not be your definition of “pretty” or “gorgeous” but I honestly don’t care. I love every pound and every inch of myself. I’m my own definition of beautiful. This is my body, and my life. This is me, this is who I am. Take it or leave it.