It’s being a few years now, a few meals skipped, a bunch of overeating attacks and vomiting. I know I’m too insecure, I know it doesn’t matter and I shouldn’t care. I know exactly what you would say, but I just can’t control it, I can’t think about anything else.
I wish I was strong enough to talk with you, but I’m too afraid of asking for help because I don’t really want it. I stare at my mirror reflection and all I see are the flaws..