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Teenage girls

Sometimes I stand in front of my mirror and HATE what I see staring back at me. Hate how I look; my figure, my size, my looks, my bum , boobs. The list is endless. Sometimes I go days without looking in my mirror because I no longer like what I see.

That’s sad isn’t it? But that’s reality. Teenagers girls in particular feel like this often. They’re always facing the constant battle between feeling/looking good and not. I’m sure I write on behalf of so many young girls. Why do we feel like this?

In my opinion I believe social media is highly to blame. Social media plays a huge part in the making of teenage girls. So many young girls strive to achieve perfection, wish they could be perfect. But what is perfect? Nobody’s perfect. Everyone is different, no one person is the same. You may think you’re the same as someone but the truth is theirs only one of you. Nobody else feels or looks the same way.

You need to begin to cherish yourself. Take care of yourself and love who YOU are as a person not by your looks or your weight. Not by what the latest celebrity looks like. Social media is ruining the lives and society of teenage girls and there needs to be some kind of stop to a stereotypical image of a ‘skinny girl with a nice belly, thigh gap and stunning look’. Everybody’s ‘perfect’ just in a different kind of way, no matter what you look like.

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Cheryl Cole, 1983, Newcastle Upon Tyne, England, UK, 5’ 3” (1.60 m) @ kn0wy0u.tumblr.com
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Cheryl Cole, 1983, Newcastle Upon Tyne, England, UK, 5’ 3” (1.60 m)
@ kn0wy0u.tumblr.com

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socialised:

displaced-angel:

ryedragon:

inritum:

reblog and make a wish!this was removed from tumbrl due to “violating one or more of Tumblr’s Community Guidelines”, but since my wish came true the first time, I’m putting it back. :)

OH MY FUCKING GOD, IT’S BACK ON MY DASH.
THIS SHIT WORKS OKAY, I AM DEAD SERIOUS.
The last time I saw this on my dash, I didn’t think it would happen, so jokingly I wished I could go to a fun. concert.
AND GUESS WHAT, I WENT TO A FUCKING FUN. CONCERT.
THIS SHIT WORKS, TRY IT.

YOOOOOOO
I SAW THIS ON MY DASH THE OTHER DAY AND THOUGHT “ITS WORTH A TRY” SO I WISHED I COULD GET A 3DS
LITERALLY LIKE 4 DAYS LATER MY DAD SENT ME A PICTURE OF THE 3DS XL HE BOUGHT FOR ME WHILE I WAS AT SCHOOL
IM STILL FREAKING OUT ABOUT THIS

i love this so much ahhh

socialised:

displaced-angel:

ryedragon:

inritum:

reblog and make a wish!


this was removed from tumbrl due to “violating one or more of Tumblr’s Community Guidelines”, but since my wish came true the first time, I’m putting it back. :)

OH MY FUCKING GOD, IT’S BACK ON MY DASH.

THIS SHIT WORKS OKAY, I AM DEAD SERIOUS.

The last time I saw this on my dash, I didn’t think it would happen, so jokingly I wished I could go to a fun. concert.

AND GUESS WHAT, I WENT TO A FUCKING FUN. CONCERT.

THIS SHIT WORKS, TRY IT.

YOOOOOOO

I SAW THIS ON MY DASH THE OTHER DAY AND THOUGHT “ITS WORTH A TRY” SO I WISHED I COULD GET A 3DS

LITERALLY LIKE 4 DAYS LATER MY DAD SENT ME A PICTURE OF THE 3DS XL HE BOUGHT FOR ME WHILE I WAS AT SCHOOL

IM STILL FREAKING OUT ABOUT THIS

i love this so much ahhh

(via swingyourbackanddontlookback)

I believe in you!

Do you ever feel so alone that you feel like you don’t have anyone? You could be in a room full of people yet you still feel like the only one there?

Do you ever get a lump in the back of your throat because you want/need to cry but you’re fighting back the tears because you don’t want to show the world you’re not strong?

Do you ever go to pick up the phone to your best friend and then resist because you don’t want to show them how sad you really are? Or you don’t want to embarrass yourself?

Well stop! If you need to cry down the phone to someone then go and cry down that phone. True friends aren’t going to laugh at you, friends are there to listen, to let you confide in and to be there for you no matter what.

Feeling upset and alone is daunting. There may be loads of people who have noticed you’re not yourself but don’t like to say anything.

Nobody should ever feel so alone that something bad happens. Or feel so alone that they cry themselves to sleep day in day out. It ruins the person you used to be. Ruins the person you are!

No matter how much you cover up how you feel, no matter how much smiling or laughing you pretend to do it’s not going to take the feeling of being alone away.

So this Is my plea. My one wish for everyone. When you feel alone promise me you’ll make sure you phone someone or tell someone how you’re feeling. Please don’t keep it all bottled up. That hurts more than telling.

It takes a lot of strength to tell someone. But you can do it!
I believe in you xxx

Friendship

Dont you think the best kind of friendships are the ones that are long distance? The friendships where, as you see them coming off the train, running towards you the hug they give is one you dont want to end.

The relationship you have with that one particular person is one you cherish will all your heart. The unity as one is unique and no one can break the bond. If distance doesn’t come between you then nothing will..right?

The laughter you share with eachother; the laughter where it hurts or the loss of breath. Its a strange sensation but one of the happiest moments. Thats when you realise you’ve made a companion.. a true best friend.

When writing this I have one particular person in mind. With no name needed, but without exaggeration, she truly changed my life. Shes like my sister..an older one away at uni. The friendship we have is something so special, nothing will ever compare to the similar things and close bond we share.

So, if you’re ever having a day where you feel lonely, or you feel you have nobody to confide in always remember there is someone. It may take a while but when it appears, that blossoming friendship, you’ll realise the waits worthwhile!

From experience, I know that wait is long but SO worth it. Its a beautiful thing. xxx