Every day is a never ending war between
wanting to be skinny, and eating everything in sight,
but when the later normally is triumphant the first goal
makes me want to keel over and die.
being surrounded by people who are beautiful, who are skinny,
is like a constant dagger in my side draining all hope out of
me.
why do i even bother?
as long as I'm drowning in my pain food will always be my
temporary life boat.
