I hate to look in the mirror. I'm a girl with anorexia and I really hate to look in the mirror. I hate what I see, I hate that I can't become what I want to be and I hate that people hold me back from that. Isn't it strange how dissatisfied we become with ourselves? I just broke up with a boy and suddenly I feel like a bad person. I had every right to break up with him and I didn't owe him anything so why am I upset about this? Suddenly, I turn on myself. I think about the rolls of fat, the chubby face, the bulbous arms and thighs. I wonder if all the mirror's are broken. Or maybe I'm just broken. Can eye's be broken? I suppose it's just my head. My emotions. I wish I was thinner, I wish I was stronger, I wish I could be happy, I wish there were no mirrors. I've included the most recent picture of myself for documentation and hopefully I can learn to love that image one day.
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