So many beautiful people around me.
You would think it would rub off on me. But instead they make me filled with self hatred, they are perfect why can't I be just like them?
So many skinny people around me. Wrists that could snap in the wind. Thighs with miles apart connected by a hip bridge, they are perfect why can't I be just like them.
So many good hearted people around me. Always sharing compliments and kind critiques. Of course they emptily humor my unfortunate physique, they are perfect why can't I be just like them.
So many perfect people around me. Weight, hair, body, skin. The things people would kill for, that I'm to pathetic to work for. Who am I kidding, I'll never be just like them.
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Sorry I've been MIA lately, haven't been feeling very inspired to write but today I was so hope u enjoyed.
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My sad poetry that no one will read✌🏻️
PoetryLeaving this book up as a reminder of how far I've come. Pro recovery, recover or die, it's not worth the pain and suffering. You are deserving of food, you are deserving of life and you are loved. If everyone who read this book is anorexic, statis...
