She cries as she stands in the shower, staring at the reflection in the mirror wishing she could change EVERYTHING she saw. There’s not one thing she can look at and say she likes. Her weight, her body shape, her bone structure, her skin colour, her hair, her eyes, her general looks, her scars. Not one thing she likes, not one thing she wouldn’t change, if only she could.
(Quelle: looks-like-we-made-it-out-alive)
