Shut the F**k Up

I can’t quite remember when my feelings began to dry up, I only know they did. I think somewhere around the beginning of my teenage years. That’s when the weight really started to pile on. That’s when I really started to hate myself and my body. My feelings were overtaken with anxiety and depression. Food became my only relief. ————————————————————————— My mind won’t shut the fuck up. It’s always...

The thoughts inside your head are really very mean. And nasty. They incessantly chatter all day long. Telling you you'll never be enough or that you aren't worthy of the wonderful life waiting for you. What if you didn't have to listen to that voice anymore? What if I told you there is another voice that is so much more loving, that you can listen to instead? —————————————————————————...

My mind won’t shut the fuck up. It’s always telling me how awful I am, how fat I am, how unworthy I am. And, I’ve fucken had ENOUGH! The best part is, I don’t actually have to listen to this mean voice inside my head anymore. But, now comes the hard part. Cleaning up all of its mess and getting rid of every single fucked up word it has ever spoken to me. This is my therapy. My way of healing. And,...

My mind won’t shut the fuck up. It’s always telling me how awful I am, how fat I am, how unworthy I am. And, I’ve fucken had ENOUGH! The best part is, I don’t actually have to listen to this mean voice inside my head anymore. But, now comes the hard part. Cleaning up all of its mess and getting rid of every single fucked up word it has ever spoken to me. This is my therapy. My way of healing. And,...