Perfectly Imperfect

Perfectly Imperfect

  • WpView
    Reads 446
  • WpVote
    Votes 11
  • WpPart
    Parts 7
WpMetadataReadOngoing44m
WpMetadataNoticeLast published Tue, Jan 14, 2020
Perfect. It is a word that haunts me. Memories of my past quickly flood my mind when it is spoken. My parents had drilled it into my head that I wasn't. Neglected and abused, I just wanted to be perfect. I did anything and everything to achieve that. I didn't care about the consequences, all that mattered was that I was perfect. So many people called me that. Now and then. On the outside, I might look that way but on the inside, I am the exact opposite. On the inside I am an emotional train wreck. Horrible mood swings, uncontrollable urges to drink, throwing up what I eat, are all part of my perfection. I am perfectly imperfect. *Names, places and certain scenes have been altered to protect the identities of those involved. WARNING Contains abuse and neglect of a child, underage drinking, and drug use.
All Rights Reserved
#718
neglect
WpChevronRight
Join the largest storytelling communityGet personalized story recommendations, save your favourites to your library, and comment and vote to grow your community.
Illustration

You may also like

  • Starving For Help
  • Suicidal Attraction {Old Version}
  • One Million Branches [Vic Fuentes Book One]
  • Abigail
  • Beside you 5sos (boyxboy) (Malum, Lashton)
  • december relapse
  • Not the Only One
  • Someone New ✓
  • It Wasn't Love ✔️
  • Just A Thought

"I smile everyday. I live my life like nothing is wrong with me. No one would ever guess that I'm screaming inside or that I've secretly been hiding this huge part of my life. No one would ever know that I cry myself to sleep at night or that deep down I'm starving for help." Welcome to Anorexia. Your hostess is Ana. She'll take over from here. Suffering alone inside of your mind from a terrifying mental disorder, is something that even those who battle such a thing every day, cannot fully understand. It's like being alone 24/7 yet it's never quiet inside of your head. You can't stop the voices. You can't control your emotions. As it gets worse, you lose control of your body all together. You become prey to your disease and You can't fight back. That is what it's like for someone who has spent years of their life suffering in silence from an eating disorder. Fighting a monster that you have no chance of beating. It's almost impossible to describe the type of torture that consumes your mind. Hell. It's equivalent to pure hell.

More details
WpActionLinkContent Guidelines