Fifteen years. Somewhere in South America.
I don't have problems. I've never cut me. I'm not a suicidal teenager. My parents love me. I'm thin and beautiful... Oh, something's wrong. Yeah, everything is wrong. Okay, my parents love me, I'm not suicidal and I've never cut me but I'm not thin. I'm not happy with my body or with myself. I hate everybody. I hate the love, the flowers and the pink color. I hate all which a normal girl loves. All I want in this world is being slim. And this is my only escape from reality. If you see my Tumblr, you probably get to know me because here I can be myself. So, welcome!