Resist or regret.
How could I let this happen?
Resist or regret.
I'm back to where I started.
Resist or regret.
I should've never gone for recovery.
Resist or regret.
I'm repulsive.
Resist or regret.
The number that stares back at me fills me with agony.
Resist or regret.
Those two pounds make the difference between life and death.
Resist or regret.
The bad things help me.
Resist or regret.
I can't eat anymore.
Resist or regret.
I'll never be perfect.
Resist or regret.
I'm scared of the number.
Resist or regret.
I'm scared of myself.
Resist or regret.
I'm scared of what I can do.
Resist or regret.
I'm scared of how I'll hurt myself.
Resist or regret.
Will I regret living or dying?
Resist or regret.
Living unhappily or die from starving?
Resist or regret.
Living with the guilt of the number or dying by my own hands?
Resist or regret.
No one will love me.
Resist or regret.
Resist or regret.
Resist or regret.
This would be my motto until my feeble heart stops and that evil number that stared back at me was in the double digits.
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Don't Eat.
Teen FictionDon't eat. I shouldn't. I don't need to. It'll lead me away from perfection and why would I want that? All I have to do is not eat and then I'll be that perfect Barbie that I've always wanted to be. That's not hard to do so why not? What's the worst...
