How to save a mess worth saving

A possessive partical

Bold is not her perspective...

She wasn't oblivious to the horrible things that people said about her and she often magnified what they said to proportions that she didn't know she could.

if they said she didn't look good in what she was wearing she thought that they were calling her fat, ugly ... Unbearable.

if they asked if she wanted to run with them she would think that they were saying she didn't work out enough and she was letting herself get lazy and fat.

She was despicable to me.

waking up got harder and harder each day. Why cant I just stay asleep forever and not have to care about how the day is going to go. like usual I woke up to the mirror next to my bed. Wait was I fatter? No... Yes I was a lot bigger. But I hadn't eaten in days how is this possible.

She wasn't fatter, she just thought she was. she hated how she looked and she couldn't do anything to stop thinking the way she did. Her mind was detached from her body... Her mind had a mind of its own.

every where I looked I saw an imperfection- a pimple on my forehead, flab under my arms, my hip fat getting bigger and bigger by the second and for some reason I couldn't get my make up right.

Her makeup was atrocious today. She didn't need to have it on today she needed to look ugly. She was ugly.

i felt ugly today, I felt like no one should have to see me so as I got to the bus stop, I turned around and started walking away... Oh great, I was crying. I was so despicable how has anyone ever liked me.

I WAS UN LOVEABLE...