I was looking through different images on society. I came across a photo (shown) of a girl who was curvier than what society's definition of 'acceptable' is. I got angry because to me, her body was beautiful. Curves in all the right places. I got angry because she had the words "we get killed by society" written across her stomach. Society has driven people to literally kill themselves because they're not thin enough. It's fucking disgusting. I found myself thinking how there was absolutely nothing wrong with that girls body, and being thin is over-rated. That's when I realised that I'm about the same size as her. I have curves in the same places as her. I have suffered with crippling insecurity my whole life, even more recently. To the point where I have self-harmed. All because of what? What I thought society was thinking about me? Every time one of my friends told me there was nothing wrong with my weight, and how I looked lovely in a certain outfit. I dismissed them as just being nice. After all, that's what friends do, right? But that's shit. They're my friends, they wouldn't tell me that if they didn't mean it. All this time, it has been in my head that people are judging me, but really it's me thinking that they are. After all, nobody has ever negatively commented on my weight. Well unless they were provoked (I wasn't such a nice person for a few months last year). I finally get it. It's all in my head. I have the power to become confident in my skin. Nobody else, but me. And I'm going to try, starting from now. Wow. #goddessoflove #ARTPOPmessage #littlemonsterpost #selflove #pawsup *photo is not of myself*