Forever Lost in Love

Camo suits me best.

Country side

Country love is the best love.

Aaaah Liquid gold<3. One of Harry’s finer moments. xD

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When you imagine you’re beautiful, you picture someone other than yourself. But laying here, thinking. I realize I wouldn’t wanna be anyone else.

stophatingyourbody:

TRIGGERS: SELF-HARM, MENTAL-ILLNESS, DEPRESSION

Hi. :). My name is Ashleigh. And I’ve always been in kind of my own world. Writing, and music has always been my sanctuary. When I was small, my mother married my step-father. And it wasn’t until a few months after they were married that we found out the hard way that he was a bad man. We began to take physical abuse, but the worst was the emotional abuse. The names, the way we were put down. Three years later my brother came along. And I was constantly reminded that he was a boy. “He can do whatever he wants.” My step-father used to say. No. Girls, YOU CAN BE ANYTHING YOU WANT TO BE. It doesn’t matter who you are, your color, your gender even. Men, YOU CAN BE JUST AS AMAZING! We are all equals.

I write this at 17 years old, reflecting on my past constantly. My mom divorced him when I was 13/14. And yet he still haunts me, I see his name everywhere. I was depressed. I wasn’t good enough. I was too fat, too ugly, too stupid. I began to inflict pain on myself. What started out as punching something here or there, turned into cutting myself along my arms. I was hospitalized by my mother in December of 2010, and again just about a month ago. When I was hospitalized a month ago, my mother did it just to harm me. Just to hurt my feelings because she knew I couldn’t take the hospital again. It killed me that she did that to me. But now I know she did it to wake me up. To smell life. I want to live. I want to be able to look in the mirror and believe I am beautiful.

I currently attend counceling at a Rehab center once a week, and its the best thing that could have ever happened to me. I was diagnosed with ADD & PTSD back in December, and now I’m being ‘cured’. My mind can be at ease. And I’m NOT AFRAID TO CRY. Never be scared to cry. Crying does NOT make you weak. It makes you human. So please. Keep your heads up. And I promise you that it’ll make it better.

This was the short version of my life, we all know its the small, in-between things that kill us most, but don’t let them run you over.

STAY STRONG<3.

BE BRAVE! JOIN THE REVOLUTION!

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stophatingyourbody:

Trigger warning within the text. And excuse the fact I’ve got my middle finger up x)

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Hey, my name’s Laura, I’m 17 and I’ve finally accepted my body :3

This is one which I took a while back. It was after I got out of a mental institute on the 17th of June 2011. I felt happy, I was free and I finally realised I didn’t have to hate myself any more.

I’ve always struggled with my body, I’ve always been overweight, I’ve been bullied and ridiculed and I’ve never been happy. Back in November of last year I had started cutting to help ease the pain from the loss of a family member. In May I found out that I was losing my Aunt to Terminal Cancer, and I lost the plot completely. 

But as the months have passed, I’ve learnt to love myself once more. I struggle with cutting still but I’m getting better and I’m always there to listen to other people. I’ve always been someone to talk to and in my eyes everyone is beautiful no matter what. :)

And I’ve finally realised that I am beautiful as well. Keep smiling to the gorgeous person reading this post.

BE BRAVE! JOIN THE REVOLUTION!

 This is my girl, Laura. And fuck yeah. She’s gorgeous.