I keep eating and eating.
I can’t stop. Gaining weight isn’t a phobia like it used to be and I miss it. I miss purposely throwing out food. I miss making people worry. I miss eating 300 calories to drop the last 5 pounds. I miss feeling frail. I miss the control.
I weight 96 pounds
and i have a BMI of 15.5.
I dont know if i’m happy or sad.
I’m 102.6 pounds.
And i’m more depressed than ever
If you label her disgusting, if you call her grotesque, hideous…you have no heart. Inside there, beneath those skin and bones is a girl, just like you, just like me and she has feelings. Think twice before you judge. Live life with an open mind; try to understand the things you struggle to get your head around. Step into her shoes, or at least try to, that’s all I ask.
It’s the people you never expect to have anything wrong with them that have everything wrong with them.