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He passed by in the mirror
and never
recognised
me
Depression makes strangers of us all even to ourselves.
Even...

her heated temper

makes our love

all the

stronger
Steel is heated and tempered by a blacksmith to be shaped and strengthened
my collarbones don't show
my thighs don't have a gap
but i am trying so hard
to be proud of what i've got
even though i want to skip
every meal i put in my mouth
i am trying so **** hard
to love my body for what it is
it's a constant struggle
this disorder vs. me
still i am willing
to seek recovery
and be the winner
of this harsh battle
really am trying
to change my ways
but my thoughts
poison my mind
still, i am trying
to conquer
and win
against
this disorder
which makes me
do anything to be thin
society is a bad kind
of role model for us
it teaches girls that
size zero is better
than curves
© sinderella.

trying to recover from my eating disorder.
it's difficult but i'm trying to be healthy again.
spent years struggling with this, it's a nightmare,
but this time, i'm hoping to win back my confidence,
and to learn that, my weight doesn't define me,
that i should be happy with my body.
it's easier said than done but..
one step at a time, one day at a time.
I need
no other scent
but yours

upon
my skin
My heart's

an
Incomplete
jigsaw

are you...

it's missing
piece?
If I could craft a diamond
from a single tear
and
set it softly in a ring

would
your hand dare...

adorn such pain

offering me love...

offering
me comfort

I set these tears
to sparkle in mine eyes
that you
may...

wipe them away
gently
by thy hand

and wear upon your flesh
my pain
openly and without shame

as promise ring

you will always

Love me.
if i knew years ago
that people would
hate me so much
i would have
done something
about my existence
© sinderella.
attachment is worse
than the aftertaste
of a disgusting drink
like mixing ketchup
with mustard
such a bad mix
makes you
want to
throw
up
© sinderella.

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