ola principes y princisesas pues estoy iniciando bien bien este blog
como ya lo habia dicho desde hace time estoy en el mundo de ana
y como lo dice el titulo mi meta es ser perfecto por que aun no lo soy
espero pasen pronto por mi blog y nos ayudemos todos juntos se que
con su apoyo lograre mi meta.
muxos saludos
mis principes y princesas
XoXo
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suerte con el blog es bueno
te dejo un poema q me intereso cuidate
xoxo
//POEM ANA MIA//
The Girl in the Mirror
Look at the mirror. What do you see?Most see a mask of what they want me to be.I see a monster glaring and smiling with glee.But behind the monster, a little girl makes three—A little wanting nothing more than just to break free.
The face on the mask, it always has a grin.It hides the crazy confusion that goes on within.Being something I’m not, allows the monster to win.It conceals the face and beautiful skin,of a scared little girl, yearning only to be thin.
The monster will take nothing less than perfection.Each day he glares at my reflection,conducting what he calls the ‘imperfection inspection.’“Allow me to point you in the right direction,”he seems to say with so much affection.
Then there’s the girl, scared and alone.She dares not peek out, for her cover’ll be blown.Not wanting to be a bother, she doesn’t vocalize her groans.In the eyes of others, like a bright star, she shown.She always seemed just fine, all on her own.
She’ll always regret the day she opened up the door,and let in the monster that pushed her to the floor.Validation, encouragement, comfort, love, and support—she wanted nothing more.But what she got was now even less than before.And so it began—her internal war.
But that was then, and this is now.Less than a meal (if that) is all the monster’ll allow; if anything more, the now grown girl is sure to be a cow.It’s only to the monster for which she can bow, as she works towards the day the monster says “WOW.”
Being that now grown girl, the masks hide my frown.Now, the little I do eat, I don’t want to keep down.I have no life, for food is all around.My displeasure towards food assures me I won’t drown,and I aspire for the day, I can wear the ‘perfection crown.’
All of that I see when I look at my appearance; I’m broken and damaged, like old merchandise on clearance.I hold on tight and pray for perseverance, all too often ignoring any interference, as I wait for the day of my complete disappearance.
x cierto q riko thinspo
jajajaja
xoxo
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