People don’t understand how they count. Some of them more than others, but they count every single calorie. They fight against them, only to be shut away for being “freaks”. When they ask what hurt them so badly that they turn to starving and counting, but how are they supposed to say “I wanted to be acceptable for you.” How are they supposed to tell their families they just wanted them to be proud. How are they supposed to tell their friends they just wanted to be more like them. How are they supposed to cry out when all they want to do is be skinny and pretty. Tell me how. They count the calories as they eat. Every last calorie a regret.
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All The Small Things
Non-FictionAll the small things. All the shit I feel like ranting and venting about so maybe for once someone can see the world from a fucked up teens perspective.
