Why I am better now than before

August 6, 2017

Why should I not want to be skinny?

Why would I not want to feel pretty?

Why should I not want to not hate myself every waking moment?

Because the cold and numbness was overwhelming

The hating never truly stopped

The flood of tears was constantly flowing

I was weak

I was sick

I was dying

Is life the price I am willing to pay for comfort in my own skin?

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