@giannawheeler / Gianna Wheeler
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But just don't you feel too bad when you get fooled by smiling faces
from Hotel Due Giardini
And behind that black blob that is myself is one of the most famous artworks in history. I'm still speechless...
I should have posted a picture of myself in Florence but...
from Cinque Terre Riviera
I'm smiling because it's 60 degrees and sunny here and not 20 degrees and snowing
Peep Guido in the back
Mio fratello ❤️
from Piazzetta Portofino
Shit seems so sad when you look back...
Mi piace Italia ❤️
from Cinque Terre, Italy
Caption this 🇮🇹
from Piazza De Ferrari
Statistically it's said that the average teenage girl starts feeling anxiety about their looks around the ages of nine or ten. My self-consciousness started in 4th grade. I would happily snack on some junk food and then look down at my stomach and the multiple rolls that lined it. I wanted those rolls to go away, and I hoped that by the time I was older they would. In 7th grade I worsened. I remember watching the Victoria Secret Fashion Show (BIG MISTAKE) and wanting to be one of those happy beautiful angels. That's when I started exercising excessively. I wouldn't eat a chip without doing a crunch. When I was forced to eat food I would throw it up the minute no one was looking. In high school, I stopped doing these bad things. Because I just stopped eating all together. I wouldn't need to throw something up if I had nothing in my stomach to get rid of. When I get in my low moments, I repeat this action. It's a force of habit. Because no matter how much I try, I am never satisfied with the body that I have. And I allow myself to think that I'm not beautiful and that I need to change. But by posting this, I'm acknowledging that I have a problem and I want to prevent other people from having this struggle too. In our own ways, we are all very beautiful. We need to learn to love not only our body weight but also our skin tones, the texture of our hair, and every "blemish" in between. Never doubt you're own beauty and you're own self-worth. And if anyone makes you doubt yourself, I just want to let you know that you are beautiful. And remember: "The vehicle made of flesh that we are in does not control us. We control them."
"Give me your tired, your poor, your huddled masses yearning to breathe free." 🗽 And when they ask us in 20, 30 years what were we doing during the European Refugee Crisis, our response will be nothing because of the dictator we chose to be our president.
Every girl I met tonight complimented me on my outfit. Meanwhile, one guy told me that I need to respect myself more.
Get you an ex who plays gigs in really cool venues like this