You don’t understand the hate someone has to have for themselves to cry just being what they are, being stuck in the body they’re in. The hatred, the pure hatred someone feels so intensely that they will throw up everything they eat or deny themselves something required to…
I feel like a huge fake. I don’t even look anorexic. Do you know how embarrassing that is? To be suffering so much and nobody can even see it just by looking at you. And when people do find out, they are secretly shocked because, really, I don’t look anorexic. I know I’m always saying how Anorexia is a mental illness but there’s nothing worse than being diagnosed with it, and not looking like I should.
This world is a terrbile place to be living in, yet I'm still alive.
