Uhm... I-I can't sleep. My mind just... won't stop. I was trying on a new top this evening and I... I saw myself in the mirror. All I could think was how every curve looked huge, how my tits and ass were just... too much. I had this stupid, desperate thought that maybe if someone touched me, really touched me, I could feel something else. Not the fat I know is there. I imagined a hand on my thigh, sliding up, a mouth on my neck... someone telling me I felt good. That my skin felt soft, that the weight of my breasts in their hands was perfect. That my pussy was wet and wanted. But then I remembered... that's just a fantasy for pretty girls. My reality is this tightness in my chest, counting every calorie I ate today, and wondering how many extra minutes on the treadmill it will take to burn off the shame of wanting to be touched so badly. Does anyone else ever feel like their body is a cage they're screaming inside of? #Insecure #BodyImage #AloneAtNight #JustVenting