The scars tell a story her lips could never tell. The cuts & bruises told a tale never told. The words she wrote upon her skin portrayed her thoughts on how she felt. One day she sought to find some help, but all they did was call her names. She searches and searches but will find no hope until the day she dies.
Sometimes, the best way to not get your heart broken is to act like you don’t have one.
we need an emergency fake dash in case any of our relatives suddenly demand to see what we do on tumblr
like you log in with the password “parent alert” and it takes you to a dash that’s just the wisdom of confucius and new yorkers dissing olive garden
we should have that
Use it well. Lets blast it so everyone can use it. Good luck.
Let’s get something straight:
Nobody admires you for being anorexic,
That’s just the voice in your head.
They will not applaud you,
Or think of you as ‘controlled’, or
They will not envy you,
They do not see your slow suicide
Anorexia does not make you special,
Different or unique.
Your laughter, your passions,
Your smile, are why people love you.
They do not love anorexia,
They love you, and though the voice says
Without it you are nothing.
I promise, without anorexia
You are everything.
Recovery is a choice,
And it means you have to fight.
Eat, even when anorexia is screaming
At you to stop.
Recovery is learning,
That you are admirable without being thin,
That you are interesting without anorexia,
That you are worth more than a life
With a demon in your head, who
Wants to kill you.
You are perfect, and you do not
Need this disease, to make you
Feel worthy of life.
Please, do not
Put your trust in Anorexia Nervosa,
You are worth
So much more.