I am drowning.
Not in water, no.
In self hate.
There is so much of it I am ten feet under.
The one who pushed me in was Anorexia.
You're fat...
Lose weight...
Stop eating...
Fat pig...
Nobody fucking likes you because you're always eating...
The one who didn't throw the float was Social Anxiety.
What will people think of me?
Do I look ok?
What if she thinks I'm weird?
What if he thinks I look bad?
Do I even matter to anyone?
And the one who is telling me these things are true...
Is me
