So, I’m selling a pair of my Docs because I need to pay my bills. They are obviously a little bit beat up but nothing too sever. I cleaned them as best as I could and obviously there isn’t any damage other than a little scuffing at the toe.
They are a Mens size 5(not sure what that is in women’s)
Asking $60 OBO
This has got to be the worst feeling. I’m not going to sit here and say that no skinny girl will ever know what this is like, because I know that’s not true. I know there are girls with a terrible perception of themselves and who feel like the “large” girl. But what I will say is that they have never(except for those who have lost weight) known what it was actually like to BE that girl. Sure, you may feel fat and see yourself as bigger, but if you never have been, you will never know this feeling 100%.
That day you finally decide “I’m gonna go to the beach/pool/whatever” because it’s nice and I’ll enjoy the weather. You get almost comfortable, get into your bathing suit and feel slightly at ease because not many or any people are staring at you. You think this will be fine and you’ll feel great. But then you see her. The girl you wish you were. She has a washboard stomach, perky butt and breasts and some how manages to look amazing even though she’s just emerged from the water and is soaking wet. You watch her walk passed the boys you’ll never date, watch them admire her beauty and realize this will never be you. You will never be noticed by anyone in such a way unless it is negative. You want to curl up in your towel and disappear. The joy of being in a pool is now terrifying because you’re afraid you’ll make too big of a splash or take up too much room and someone will make a snide comment about it. Or as you’re getting out your body will jiggle and someone will find this humorous or say something like “damn!” and you’ll feel even more ashamed of yourself. You’ll regret ever leaving your home. You’ll sit on the pool chair and hate yourself.
I’ll watch the girl whom I shall never be and silently cry behind my sunglasses.
66 notes is far more than I ever thought this would get O’: