What is it like being pretty? To have everyone adore you? To love you? What is it like, not crying yourself to sleep every night, or waking up with dry tears on your face? What is it like, to try on clothes in front of people and not want to hide? What is it like to be able to eat any food you want, and not feel guilty about it. What is it like, not having these thoughts in your head constantly, hearing these voices, telling you to slit your wrists, or jump off a bridge, or 'accidently' take a few to many pills? What is it like, not hating yourself.
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Short StoryAnorexia, anxiety, and depression is a lot different and harder then some people who don't experience it. This is my story of battling them.
