Have been carrying a couple of issues here…
No. I am not anorexic nor bulymic.
Problem is that people just make fun of me abusing of my time and my kindness.
I have been exploited once, and interned at the hospital because of the hell pain I suffered and being unable of move like any normal human being.
Sometimes, it seems that I learned my lesson and I behave so rude and irrational for the same reason mentioned before: exploitation.
Now that I lost weight (and need to lose more), it does make the difference within society. But only people who are aware of my condition are behaving considerate towards me. Other people just don’t know my situation and think that I don’t move faster because I might be an “annoying brat” to them so they hit me with their shopping cart or with their elbows. They don’t realize I got a spine surgery until they shout them: Hey YOU MOTHERFUCKER!!! YOU SEE THIS CORSET?! I GOT BACK ISSUES!! YOU BETTER APOLOGIZE!!
And then, I get an ice cream cone.
Well, that’s not it.
I just see that girls who look so damn skinny can get whatever they want. I see this fucking wanna-be-model and she just asks and demands whatever the hell she wants. Only just because of her looks and her hypocrite smile.
I know what I type here seems that I am whining. Well… consider it a whining.
Thing is… a manager of a magazine asked me to call him whenever I get to home. (That model works for free for him) I did. He was going to give me the prize I won for taking stunning pictures of a bikefest in my hometown. But guess what? He left the prize with somebody who I meet two times a year.
So, I just lost interest in the prize and in the magazine.
What am I doing to fix this? The only thing I am doing for myself is losing weight, looking better. I won’t go to any bikefests unless some bikerider wants me in his backseat.
I was shy of sharing the pic of my pierced boobs to tumblr, but I guess there’s nothing to be afraid of.
It’s nothing that I am bragging and showing off where I live hahahaha.
I wished I could do whatever I want, because I am not done.
I only have the money for the motorcycle, but can’t buy it until the doctor exorcises my mom to tell her: yes. She can learn to ride it.
I am not even halfway on the path that takes me to get to be the woman I want to be.
Need to be more fierce.
Lose more weight.
Learn how to fight.
One of my goals is to dress like a mexican wrestler, wrestle for fun… but in mud or in chocolate XD
Need more clothes.
Need more tattoos.
Need slaves. -.-
I’m a little tumblrtarded. I can’t figure out how to comment on my own things after people have commented or comment on somethings when they are posted. Is it really that hard? Or am I just being stoopid with two O’s?
Such a sweet heart <3
didn’t hurt as much as I thought they would!!
or am i becoming insensitive? hahaha
i am too addicted to needles -.-