Dysmorphia
February 3rd, 2010
Me. Freshman year.
Here I am near my lowest weight. No higher than 165. I truly believed I was significantly overweight.
If I could go back and smack myself, I would.
On second thought, I’d leave myself a anonymous note saying just how beautiful I really was, and to not let anything or anyone ever make me question it.
Is there anything you’d like to go back to tell your younger self?
Tags: dysmorphia, freshman year, time travel