My complete disregard for life,my life is disgusting. It even turns my stomach inside out.
The thought of killing myself comes in the sweetest waves as if it was the way someone asked me how i was doing. 212 more words
I used to have a stack of magazines next to my bed and I used to pour over the magazines for hours. For hours, I sat and compared myself to the girls in the magazines and when I would finally take a break and look up at myself in the mirror I was defeated. 720 more words
In a culture where “Fitspiration” is an actual thing and people are continually bombarded by images sending messages that lean, chiseled bodies will make them happier, more attractive to the opposite sex and give them the confidence they crave; it’s no wonder the stats surrounding eating disorders are staggering: 805 more words