Bulimia isn't a long haired pretty girl bending over the toilet with a beautifully tragic face. It's a puffed miserable face with vomit dripping from its chin and a nose bleed. Anorexia isn't a slim figure shyly refusing a cupcake. It's hair growing over your malnourished body. Depression isn't a model with running mascara, looking into the sunset. It's staring at the ceiling at 4am, with stinging eyes because you can't find the motivation to even close them. Self harm isn't loving boys kissing your arms and telling you you're beautiful. It's nasty scars that will be there forever and showers that sting. Panic attacks aren't burying you head into your partners chest and having hem tell you it will be ok. It's feeling out of control and like all oxygen has suddenly been taken away from you mental illnesses aren't beautiful. They don't make you special and they don't make people suddenly care about you. They're monsters that destroy lives. So can arrogant know-it-alls stop taking them lightly and promoting them to impressionable teenagers on the god damn internet.
