Imagine yourself when you were 10 years old. I want you to imagine her sitting there right now. Now, tell that little girl she’s fat. Tell that little girl she’s ugly. Tell that little girl she’s an embarrassment, and worthless, and useless…because that’s what you do every single day you say that to yourself, when you convince yourself that you’re an embarrassment, and a burden. Do you think she’s ugly, or horrible, or worthless? What do you want to say to that little girl, if she said to you that’s how she felt about herself?
Kester, My Mad Fat Diary (via goodking-wenceslas)