Ever since I was little I wanted to develop an eating disorder. I thought it would mean I could finally lose weight. I've longed to become a girl made of bones not truly realising that they are sick. I still haven't really acknowledged that I am sick. I may not be made of bones but I am sick. I have the same thoughts, the same fears but society will only ever view them as sick. My bones are covered in layers of fat while theirs are stripped of their muscles but we are both sick. We are very different in the way we are sick and yet somehow so similar. Maybe I will get what I wanted but I won't get my desired outcome.
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night time poetry
Poetry*Poetry and quotes I come up with when I'm supposed to be asleep* Most are quite short so the last chapter will be all of them combined They will get better and most will be triggering I will update occasionally but I'm marking as complete Please v...