This is me. I’m not very fond of my looks but I still keep going. I have no hair. I have alopecia, I don’t get facial hair, eyebrows, eyelashes, hair. It’s been a living hell growing up with this. Everyday I come home and cry. People tell me I’m worthless, my life has no meaning. I’m a waste of skin. Everyday. I keep fighting and fighting. I don’t have perfect eyes. I don’t have perfect thighs. I have flaws. You all do too. You don’t have to bring out mine just because they are more noticeable. If you took the time to read this, you care. I love you.
If this reaches 1000 notes im going to cry legit.