Cogito Ergo Sum.

He’s climbing the stairs unaware that she’s hurting
Bad and lying very still on the floor by the door but it’s locked and she was hoping that you would come back for more but it’s too late, to realize you made mistakes.

When you call a girl fat or ugly, it’s engraved into her mind. Every insult will stay with her forever, reminding her that she’s worthless, disgusting, and unloved. Her mind will be programmed to put herself down, to hate herself and her body. Call her pretty? She’ll remember it for a moment. Call her ugly? She’ll never forget it. Because she’s a slave to the pain that you never even thought about.

(via muffin-cup)