I know how you feel, trust me I do.
I went through it too.
At one point, I was in your exact shoes.
I'd come up with a thousand excuses for why I'd bleed
I'd put away the food and convince myself not to feed
I thought I was doing myself a good deed!
Till I ended up with scars on my thighs,
That forever reminds me of my own demise.
I thought it was perfect, I thought I was fine!
Until the plan back fired and no more was I a size nine.
Youd be surprised what baggy shirts and long legs would do,
But by the time I Hit 130, the bags under my eyes were a deep blue.
Who needs sleep? When you have dreams
Who needs food?
When your up all night, on a hospital bed, agonizing over your own screams.
Trust me I've been there.
I've done that.
I was 110, and still hated my baby fat
Don't tell me I don't know what you mean!
Don't tell me, because I will scream
Just cause I seem normal now
Doesn't mean I haven't had my own share of frowns
