I’m ready to go back.
Back to where I am happiest. I miss my bony wrists and my protruding collarbones. I even miss the concerned comments and being told that I need to go eat a cupcake. Haha.
I am no longer ok hating my own reflection. I look in the mirror and I feel sick to my stomach. I feel like I’m not trying anymore. I have completely lost control over my own body just for the satisfaction of others. This simply will not do.
