Good girls like to sin.

I look at myself. My face. My stomach. My thighs. I think to myself “Why did God make me like this. Why did he make me fat and ugly, he knows that the world doesn’t accept people like me” I’ve come to terms with the fact, that no one actually likes me. The only reason guys want to get to know me is not because they think i’m pretty or because they think I have a good personality. It’s because I must come off as easy or something. I don’t know.