• Barbie

    by  • March 22, 2017 • * Safe for Work *, Addiction • 0 Comments

    I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I thought — I could have sworn — that I was over this feeling. And then this stupid project… We have to compare a Barbie’s body proportions to the average woman’s body. I can’t help but compare my own body. Then, I look down at my arm and see these scars and I crave another but I know I shouldn’t. I beg myself not to and the next thing I know, my arm is sinking in the water bleeding out. I don’t know why I let it get to me; I just couldn’t ignore it.

    Babe, I’m sorry. I know I promised I wouldn’t relapse… again. I just couldn’t help it. I just saw the mirror and I let the anger get to me. I punched it, took a shard, and I’m so sorry. I swear I’m working on it…

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