Because I guess I don’t speak to anyone about certain things; yes I have family and friends I talk to on the daily, or maybe I don’t? Who do I actually talk to anymore? About how I feel? Yes my time is all mine, I don’t have to share myself with anyone, and it feels good. It can sometimes get lonely though.
So I guess I write things down, when I can’t find a way to let things out. So I guess I’ll write it.
This morning I tried on some old size 0 trousers, a size I shrank down to about a year ago when I was at an unbelievable low.
This morning, those trousers didn’t fit anymore. I mean they fit but just barely, they fit tight; a year ago, they were hanging off my hips.
A year ago, I was still relearning how to eat in spite of a nonexistent appetite. I must’ve been about 105lbs (maybe less) last year today, and I’m positive I’ve gained at least 10lbs since.
It’s incredible that I tortured my precious vessel in such a way over a broken heart.
Feel strange today.
“You look like an angel but I know you ain’t one.”— Unknown
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