Bones for fingers,
paper for skin.
Bitterness of my struggle lingers,
I just want to be thin.
*Is that such a sin?
This is sort of about my thoughts during the time when I really hated my body but now, I've grown to love myself and I'm almost completely comfortable in my own skin. However, there are days when I'm just too scared to look in the mirror because I'm too scared of what I'll see. I don't want to live by society's expectations anymore. I'm comfortably in the acceptable range for my BMI and I'm healthy.