Because I wanted to be light and own a flat stomach,but all I got was bloated with severe dizziness.Because I wanted to have fragile hands and cheek bones,but all I got was hair falling off and teeth aches.
Because I wanted to have control by eating less,but all I got was a list of rules with "guilt" underlined.Because I wanted perfect A's and some time to go out,but all I got was med prescriptions and weekly appointments.
Because I wanted to be confident and make heads turn,but all I got was breakdowns and worried looks.Because I wanted to be pretty and perfectbut all I got was tired and sick.
All I wanted was to free myselffrom the burden of being overweight,but all I got was a suicide note,stained at the bottom with my name.
Now I have to decide between dying with my disorder,or survive without it.And all I've got is a hell of a fight,and a will to live.
About the Creator
Gloria D'A
Recovering artist 20 years of age. My soul is my inspiration. Hope you enjoy.
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