Normal is Boring

Fit in

Fit in. Fit in. Fit in.
That's what i say to myself when I'm trying on an extra small tube dress from H&M.

Fit in. Fit in. Fit in.
That's what I say to myself when I'm hanging out with "friends" yet I feel so far away.

Fit in. Fit in. Fit in.
That's what I say to myself when I buy the dress.

Fit in. Fit in. Fit in.
That's what I say when I'm alone once again on a Friday night because I would rather eat nails.

Fit in. Fit in. Fit in.
That's what I say when I Breath through the sweets and the calories and shoving food in my mouth without thinking because when I think I think I've gained.

Fit in. Fit in. Fit in.
That's what I say when I Try that dress on again a few weeks later and it's like a stuffed sausage. Fit into the dress and you're the same size. But if you can't breathe in that dress anymore that's mean you've gained weight.And if there's more fat on your hips you've gained weight. And if you admire your collar bones any chance you get because you're afraid they'll disappear...then you might be gaining.

Fit in. Fit in. Fit in.
I will never fit in because I can't. But I must. And I will.