The jeans that use to be skin tight with no room to spare now hang on prominent hips and slip down easily.
The legs that use to be tan with no marks are now pale with pink and white scars and little cuts slowly healing.
The once happy girl with bright eyes and skinny jeans is gone, and now a girl who's eyes sparkle no more and jeans three sizes too big in every which way stands in her place.
She who once held her family and friends dear now pushes everyone away all because of a few words spoken by people who didn't care.
Fat.
Whore.
Slut.
Bitch.
Stupid.
Her shorts and t-shirts have been packed away and now the thick pants and long sleeved shirts and jackets with barely noticeable blood stains remain.
