Changing the skin I live in

Changing the skin I live in

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I'm 19 years old right now. The last 5 years I have been suffering. I couldn't accept myself and live with myself. It was, it is still hard. But I want to change. I want to have clear skin, a body I am proud of and a mindset that doesn't stop me and bring me up. This is my journey and my feelings and my life. If you are curious feel free to read. - TRIGGER WARNING if you suffer from an eating disorder and are easily triggered by number, eating habits und such. Please leave, this texts I am writing are about my story of discovering myself, my body and love myself. A journey to self love and acceptance. But this is real life and it may have it's ups and downs. Please be aware of that.
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-Look at me! Look at my body and don't you dare to lie and say that is normal. People look at me like I was a disease, a contagious disease who gets attached to you, like a virus, travels through your body burns your hope, range shots your dreams, massacre your faith and your mental health. A virus that makes people gossip, whisper about everything. Your clothes size, your stretched skin, the amount of fat that you carry every where you go. You don't know what Is is like to live as I do. This virus eats me alive , makes me crave and urge for food , while I have my face buried in the toilet , throwing up , eating back, exercise and control. You can't love me, you can't love something like me, ans i know. It's a nightmare that crawls up my mind in pure day light. _____________________________________ He needed to met the next sunset in hopes he would starve to death or find the end of the road to a Clift, where his body could be found at the end of the tale that was written to be his life, however his tale couldn't end there, where his fears would be transported to the next life and hunt him for eternity.forced to find a placed after escaping death, at this new journey he found the healing his body, mind, soul needed, so did she.

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