If you saw me on the street, you would never look twice. You'd never guess that underneath the beauty, there's an ocean of monsters, big and small, just begging to come out. They're scratching at the doors and whispering in my ear. They tell me it's my fault. They tell me that I'm worthless. And maybe they're right.
I have unleashed a monster. I started purging again… now every time I eat something I want to throw it up.
things you don’t point out about people:
- body hair in places you’re not used to it being???
- fat rolls/curves
- how much/how little they’re eating
- how skinny they are/what bones they can see because of how skinny they are
- How fat they are.
- If they have crooked or misaligned teeth maybe even yellowed
- If they sweat a lot
don’t do it
To anyone that has a problem with me talking about my eating disorders, FUCK OFF. This is my blog, and if you don’t like it, GET THE FUCK OFF MY URL.