a batle every day
a voice in my head
telling me not to eat
controlling my life
my body a constant worry
a number on a scale
counting calories in a flurry
each bite i take feels like im dying
starving,binging,purging
a cycle that wont end
my thoughts constantly urging
for me to punish and condence
beauty standards and expectations,
feeding my insecurities
a war i fight that can not be won
an endless battle in my brain
recovery seems like just dream
everything i do feels like a set back
but i hold on to the false hope
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Author:
Ace (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: October 16th, 2023 08:46
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Comments1
'beauty standards and expectations,
feeding my insecurities.'.......It's sad how people expect us to maintain certain standards with respect to beauty which makes us insecure about our own body. I hope you recover from whatever you are going through find a way to love yourself the way you are.
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