i used to think there was nothing wrong with myself.
i used to listen to people complain about their thighs and stomachs.
while i was perfectly content with my body

i used to read about mental health illnesses
and wonder what it would be like to feel such sadness and to be so anxious

Now that is me. Reality has sunken in too quickly for me to realize what was going on.

I now look at my stomach in disgust and wonder how i got to be so "fat" and now i do have a mental illness.