turbid flint
Tw, Eating disorder.
||I look over at her.
Her smile.
Her hair.
Her body.
She's perfect.
Why do I look in the mirror and say I'm okay?
If only you knew I skipped Breakfast and Lunch today.
I check the scale once maybe twice a day.
I wear crop tops to fit in.
I suck in my stomach the whole time.
Lying, pretending I don't care.
I hate the way I look.
I get told I'm pretty.
I tell you I feel fat and you tell me not to complain because I'm skinny.
I hate the way I look and I hate the way you look at me.||
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