I lie.
I lie about what I’m doing, where I’m going, and what I just ate.
I steal.
I steal food when I can’t starve myself any longer, the scale that I’m prohibited to use, and my mom’s trust, which she thinks is so strong.
I hide.
I hide my discoloring nails, my dirty deeds, and my shrinking body.
I believe.
I believe that I’m ugly, that I’m not skinny enough, and that everyone hates me.
I regret.
I regret that I’ve betrayed the ones who love me the most, that I’ve harmed my body in ways unimaginable, and that I’ve stopped caring about the most important things in life.
I’m trying.
I’m trying to get better, to resist temptation, and to learn to love myself.
by:Jasmine Pickering
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