Thin and frail, worn and tired. When will this end? When will I finally look in the mirror and see someone worth loving? someone whose worth holding the breath in their lungs and the food in their stomach, someone who deserves the same amount of tender attention I dump on others everyday. I'm afraid that day will never come because I'm still stuck in this mindset, falling in and out of this vicious cycle, fading in and out of existence, and because all I'll ever see when I look in the mirror is a monster whose thin and frail and worn and tired.