Just the other day, my mother told me that my weight would be perfect when my thighs didn't touch anymore.
And the voices in my head return:
"Need to be skinny, stupid fat girl!"
Sometimes I feel the urge to go back, when the only thing that I wanted, in my entire world, was to be skin and bones.
Dead outside as inside.
Be light and, finally, free.
Sometimes, its never left me.
Sometimes, I didn't go ahead.