My hands are shaking;
I Can't seem to catch my breath.
Something inside me tells me this is okay;
That this is necessary for me.
She must hate me if she thinks this is okay,
Something so cruel, telling me "don't eat, you'll get fatter, no one will like you"
Food is my nightmare, food is my saviour.
I can't help but to deny myself from it though.
I might need help, but who will save me from myself?
This may sound cliche, but feeling fat is what I despise, I constantly am blaming myself for the feeling of "fat"
But, what is fat compared to health ?
Feb 24, 2014
Feb 24, 2014 at 2:04 PM UTC
My hands are shaking;
I Can't seem to catch my breath.
Something inside me tells me this is okay;
That this is necessary for me.
She must hate me if she thinks this is okay,
Something so cruel, telling me "don't eat, you'll get fatter, no one will like you"
Food is my nightmare, food is my saviour.
I can't help but to deny myself from it though.
I might need help, but who will save me from myself?
This may sound cliche, but feeling fat is what I despise, I constantly am blaming myself for the feeling of "fat"
But, what is fat compared to health ?
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