I'm hideous. I see the way that the fat bulges where there previously was none. I see the rolls my stomach create as i sit. I see the way the thighs are constantly touching no matter the position. I see the dark bags under my eyes that never seem to go away.
How to people get through the day looking at me?
The very sight of me makes me physically sick to my stomach. How has no one said anything about my looks.
I eat so much it makes me queezy just thinking about it, how has no one said anything. My brain knows exactly how to make me beautiful and perfect, so why do I keep betraying the voices that have kept me company when everyone else has left. Maybe if I stop eating and push everyone away i will be better. Maybe I will finally be pretty, and if not, I will die trying.
YOU ARE READING
I'm Not Okay
Short StoryThese are some things that I wrote and felt at some of my darkest or most trying moments. Please remember there is always someone there to listen, you just have to find the right person.
