11/16/18-
Eating disorder. Me. Me and an eating disorder. I never thought those two words would ever come into a sentence, conjoined; one. I can't have an eating disorder. Just because I'm a little underweight, means nothing. I wish he'd stop worrying. Stop begging me to eat. My body declines. My mind wants to. To see him happy and pleased. Content that I'm okay and eating. But I can't. My stomach is killing me. The emptiness of it bellowing in pain. The feeling in the back of my throat so very sure to decline any food. Sure to bring it right back up the way it came. I wish I was the ideal boy just for him. Not moody. Not a brat. Not clingy. Not someone who he has to worry about 24/7. Not someone he has to beg to eat. He wants someone loving. Handsome. Caring. Happy. Taller. Eats. Not someone abnormally thin and underweight. Not someone with a broken family and shitty background.
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in the life of luke.
Randomi am luke . trans ftm , closeted . these are my thoughts . my rants and vents about my dumbass family , relationships , and more . you don't have to bother reading . i just need to let it out somewhere . i don't want nor need anyone's pity . this bo...
