INTRODUCTION
Days like these are the worse. When the pain becomes unbearable and all you see in the mirror is a fat disgusting piece of nothing. I stand in front of the mirror in my bathroom as my reflection stares back at me. My long dark brown hair falls just past the middle of my back. It's parted down the middle and messy from lack of washing it. People used to say it framed my face perfectly.
When they used to say that id just smile and nod. If only they knew how i felt about myself. If anything it only does justice of covering it. I hate my face. My nose is huge. my cheeks are fat. It's as pale as a vampire. I look like an oopaloopa. The only thing i like on my face are my eyes.
Their gray with specks of blue in them. My eyes advert from my face to my body. Sometimes i see fat and sometimes I see all depends on the day. My clothes hang loosely on me from the lack of food and for some reason that satisfies me.
A couple days ago I had said i felt fat and my sister went livid on me. She had gone off about how i'm nothing but skin and bones and how i need to eat more even though she knows it's almost impossible for me to stomach a grape.
I just rolled my eyes at her and walked out the door without another word. I didn't believe her. if only she knew how i really see myself. Tears begin to form in my eyes as i trace the cuts on my forearm of my left arm.
I always tell my sister not to harm herself even if life is to hard and she told me she'd never do that to herself that it's not worth it. i felt relieved when she told me that but I also felt guilty for telling her not to but i do it anyway which makes me want to cut myself more.
I feel like i'm suffocating and i can't take it. I've always been told that i'm fat and ugly and that i'm worthless and to just kill myself. Tears begin to fall more frequently as i begin to drown myself in my thoughts. I haven't slept in weeks. i'm exhausted. i grip the side of the sink with my hands, my knuckles turning white. "i can't do this anymore." i breathe out as i look down into the sink. i let out a sob. lifting my gaze back up to the mirror i stare at myself once again.
I can feel my face begin to heat up in anger. My body begins to shake. I ball both my hands into fist and bring them down to my sides. My chest rises up and down as i heave. Angry hot tears pour down my face as i stand there in the middle of the bathroom. I guess people are right when they say life's nothing but a roller coaster ride that never ends. The worst part is i never go up i'm always going down./
AUTHORS NOTE:
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