all i want to do is scream every time someone says you're not fat, you don't need to lose weight. it's not about what i need, it's about every time i remember him holding this body down and him being violent and him betraying my trust. it's about every time i look in the mirror, i hate what i see. it's about every time i've sliced my wrists open because i wasn't losing weight as fast as i wanted to.
