People tell me all the time that I'm beautiful, skinny, talented and smart.
People also tell me that I'm ugly, fat, stupid and depressed.
I used to look in the mirror everyday, admiring the way I looked.... But that was 4 years ago; when I was 10. Now, whenever I walk past a mirror, I feel the need to cry, cry for the way I look, cry for the way I've turned out, cry for the people who have put up with me for all these years.
I used to think I weighed the "perfect" weight but now whenever I step onto the white and silver scales and I see the glowing '58', I run, I run until I can't breath, I run until I can't feel a thing; until I feel numb.
Hey,
If your gonna write pitiful comments saying 'it will get better'
Please, please, please don't, I don't like pity, it makes me feel worse, so please don't write them.
Umm, yea.
Bye xx
