“MAYBE IT’S NOT MY WEEKEND, BUT IT’S GONNA BE MY YEAR” I scream at 12 am with tears streaming down my face and a bottle of champagne in my hand. it has not been my year yet. it’s not even a weekend today is Thursday

I have been reblogging this since like 2011 and it somehow gets more relatable each time.

When I say “please don’t take a picture of me” it’s not because I’m being bitchy and stubborn, it’s because if I see that picture I will seriously feel so bad about myself and think I am the ugliest thing on earth and sink a little deeper into self consciousness and hatred.

i want to send this to all my friends who get mad at me for never wanting to take pictures.

I hate hate H A T E that when I lose like 7 pounds in a week I feel this huge urge to tell my family and friends about it because I’m so proud and then remembering like… oh yeah… that’s not a thing people are supposed to do… time to post about it to complete strangers