Arien Belwyn
Nov 4 · 1 min read

Here I am, open mouthed, dressed head to toe in pink and battling the same thoughts: how I say sorry compulsively, not because I’ve done something wrong but because I need to say the world how sorry I am to be a monster. How I chase away anyone who says he loves me, because to love someone so grotesque, there must BE something wrong with them: how I react acidly to compliments and explosively at critique, cause I know what they are really saying is YOU ARE SO UGLY YOU SHOULDN’T EXIST, and how just now, in my forties, I have the courage to face the usual asshole who comes with “good intentions” to tell me how cute I would be if I was thinner, how lonely I will be is I don’t lose weight, and how I must have never noticed I’m so fat, but they can help me with constructive criticism and a diet, and tell THAT asshole, number 284654, to fucking shut up.

I love you. You have no idea how incredible is to read you everytime I can and medium allows it. Hugs, hugs, hugs and more hugs

    Arien Belwyn

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