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I am not a girl.
I am a monster with claws that will not hesitate to use them.
I am not a girl.
I sharpen my teeth with the bones of the men who tried to climb into my womanhood.
I am not a girl.
I will tear into your flesh like I’ve been hungry for years and your the only meal I will ever get.
I am not a girl.
I paint with the blood of my enemies so that new ones will tremble when they see it staining the walls.
I am not a girl.
I am the monster under your bed, the one that you swear to your parents is there.
I am not a girl.
I am the animal in your brain that whispers ‘I will have you’
I am not a girl.
j.n.k (via finding-light-in-the-darkness)
Getting back into shape
- Brain: We're going to start running!
- Legs: Okay...
- Boobs: PEACE, BITCHES
I don’t want my thighs to touch.
I don’t want to be plus sized.
I don’t want my legs to jiggle when I walk.
I don’t want my arms to suffocate in sleeves.
I don’t want my stomach to protrude out.
I don’t want to hide behind people in pictures.
I want to be thin.
I want to look good in clothes.
I want to be confident.
Is that really too much to ask for?



