Ignore my tired gait and red rims
The hint of discolor on my pale skin
The mirror exposes naked sin
The pain behind my forced grin
This battle I will never win
The unending struggle to be thin
Apr 9, 2018
Apr 9, 2018 at 5:49 PM UTC
Ignore my tired gait and red rims
The hint of discolor on my pale skin
The mirror exposes naked sin
The pain behind my forced grin
This battle I will never win
The unending struggle to be thin
I used to hate my body and went through a phase where i would throw up after eating and I was using unhealthy methods to try and lose weight. Now I am a trim 103 and i miss having ***** and a **** I wish i could slap 135 lb me in the face because although i had some chub i would much rather go back to that then be skin and bones like i am now, although only being 5'2 i look alright.
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