I could feel the cream walls beneath my fingers as I heaved and I heaved,the boy who I met that had anorexia as well was playing with my hair,actually he was removing leaves from it as it was autumn and we had managed to get enough energy to play around.It was beautiful.
He stood before me,jet black hair and brown eyes,I would say chocolate but.. You know how it is.I could see every part of me in him,not just the hones which were evident but the fragility and need,the need to wanted and accepted.I could see his eyes darken at instances and I was reminded so much of my reflection,she was a bad girl yet here he was,a good boy.
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Journey Back From Anorexia
Teen FictionFight anorexia, claw at it, and spit in its face. Be on your journey back from this devilish disorder. There are problems. Such as the emotional problems that started it all. So I implore you ,write letters, write a journal and maybe you will be set...
