i had a dream where i tried on my old jeans (that haven’t fit me in about three years) and they weren’t too small and yay i was happy. when i woke up the dream bothered me so much that i had to see if i still had the jeans somewhere. I did, and i tried them on, and they fit. I mean, they’re low waist so not really my thing BUT my thighs and love handles didn’t stop me from putting them on heehee

things i should not take seriously:
my gf reblogging beautiful girls in underwear/naked. but really i’ll never have as smooth and pale skin as all of them & i’m never going to be as skinny or beautiful because even if i did lose weight i’d still have scars and ugly featurtes. so tbh i’m not how this works out. because some day she’ll grow tired of watching me in my ugly regular underwear and my big stomach and she’ll find someone she finds actually attractive. not. me.

and if i try to lose weight i know it’ll trigger things agaiewgwireoghoearg

uhh fuck i hate my face everything is disgusting what the hell has brought this kind of whining back /soon will return to reblogging nice healthy things