I swear, i always fall for your type

Mandie. Seventeen. Michigan. God. HOCKEY! Family. Bestfriends. Forgiveness. Romance. Purple. Roses. March 3rd. Strawberrys. Victorias secret. Summer. Forehead kisses. Jersey shore. Sweatpants. Acceptance. Goodsmelling boys. Bombshell. Summer lovin. Grand haven. Starbucks. Jewelry. Memories. Fall. P90x. Dark hair. Meeting new people. Tanning. Mexico. Pfchangs. Valentines day. Rip holly, anthony, and taylyr <3 I'm just starting not to care what people think. To all of those who have ever judged me, hurt me, broke my heart, lied to me, cheated me, hated me, deceived me; to all of those who have told me i wasnt brave enough, strong enough, wise enough, pretty enough, willing enough, easy enough, sexy enough, smart enough, or just not good enough.. to all of you people, fuck you. Because i'm me and i'm not going to change for anyone. Sorry i didn't live up to your personal expectations, but i sure do live up to others. Don't judge me before you truely know me.

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I’m sick of being so insecure in my own skin. I need to stop telling myself I’m going to make changes and then not do anything about it. I am going to have that flat tummy, those skinny legs, those fit arms, everything. I’m going to be able to want to go swimming and show off my bikini body in front of everyone instead of avoiding it. I’m going to be able to wear what I want, instead of covering my body in baggy clothes and using the excuse of “I’m cold” when I really don’t want to wear a tshirt because of my visible muffin top. I’m going to be able run in a sports bra, something i’ve always wanted to feel great doing! I’m going to do this. For me. No one else but me. Because its worth it. And because I’m sick of hating myself, not feeling comfortable, and looking in the mirror and crying.


I’m gonna do this.

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