I look into the mirrior . I dont reconize the girl staring back at me. She is to pale,to skinny...I feel the pain in my stomach but I don't know if I can eat, if I want to eat. I know this is killing me, all because I wanted to be viewed as beautiful by everyone. I traded my happiness for a distorted view of beauty. I couldnt see that I was already beautiful.
September 9, 2009