May 28, 2019
May 26, 2019
Pig.....
.......that’s what they called me in high school. Because I was not a size 0-3. It was hurtful. It was humiliating. It was infuriating. Nobody ever defended me or raised their voice for me. It lasted for the 3 years I was in that school. I hated every single day I had to go. I hated every single asshole who called me that, and I still hate them to this day. Why I’m venting now after all this years? Because I just found out a picture of me from back then and honestly I don’t think I looked like a freaking pig. They made me believe I was for so long. Now I know I wasn’t. I was not skinny, but definitely not a pig.
May 23, 2019
May 20, 2019
This weeks progress...
I lost 2 pounds this week. It’s not much and it’s taking too slow. I’m starting to work out very soon.
May 17, 2019
May 16, 2019
May 15, 2019
May 13, 2019
May 12, 2019
Tattooed
For years I've had the idea of getting inked. Many people don't like it or have a certain belief about tattoos. I have always liked tattoos and always knew I was going to get one, or a couple even. Well, with the proper encouragement of my kids I finally decided to go for it. I had 5 done in the same day. All with a meaning and a purpose.
The leg one hurt
Haitham 1996
Skyler 1993
Suicide awareness/survivor
The leg one hurt
Haitham 1996
Skyler 1993
Suicide awareness/survivor
May 11, 2019
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