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I've thought I was fat since I can remember thinking. I thought that G## put the right head on the wrong body. At this point in time I'm led to believe that I thought this way because of my mom's constant self hate and cautionary tales, claiming that if I ate too much if get fat, like her. I was in 4th grade when I remember her saying this. She never said a word of this to my brother and sister, who were naturally skinny. It's only now that I look back at pictures of my self and realize how normal I was. Sure I wasn't stick-thin, but I was normal, not even chubby. I was led to believe that because when I smiled and my cheeks puffed up, that I was fat. To this day I hate smiling, because I believe it makes me look fat. I also think...Read Full Rant