Ugly world, beautiful world, shadow world, bright world. Attractive? Skinny? Beautiful, smart. This is what today’s standards expect you to be. And because you're not, you work harder. Harder, and harder until your soul resembles that of your own broken heart. Small, medium, large, extra-large. They don’t matter, none of them. Living with an eating disorder……its cruel.

Autumn, Winter, Spring, and Summer. All that’s left will be your bones. No flesh, no warmth, nothing to love. And still, those dreaded souls will still repeat these words over and over in their heads. ’’Just not skinny enough.’’ But even with those words playing over and over in their minds. I’ll still be here. Ready to tell you something different. Something important. Something you need to hear. ’’You don’t have to be, you’re so beautiful.’’

’’All of you.’’