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“you know drinking diet soda is bad for you, right?”
I haven’t eaten in 3 days, Brenda, does it look like I care what’s bad for me?
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No matter what, you never deserve abuse.
- You never deserve abuse because you’re too needy or clingy
- You never deserve abuse because you “let it happen” or “didn’t fight back” or “didn’t stand up for yourself”
- You never deserve abuse because you “let it get this far” or you “stayed this long”
- You never deserve abuse because your abuser is your mother or father, sister or brother, other family member, your boyfriend, girlfriend, fiancée, husband, or wife
- You never deserve abuse because you have a particular mental or physical illness
- You never deserve abuse because you’re “too emotional”
- You never deserve abuse because you were “asking for it”
- You never deserve abuse even though you’ve made mistakes, or said something wrong, or haven’t understood something, or can’t remember something
- You never deserve abuse for being “too much” or “not good enough”
- You never deserve abuse for having off days or being vulnerable sometimes
- You never deserve abuse for asking for help
- You never deserve abuse, no matter how many times and how many ways your abuser justifies it or makes excuses for it.
waking up to stars on the ceiling and bruises on pale skin and battered feet on & off the scale and almonds in ziploc baggies and bite marks on fingers and hair down the drain and measuring crunches by the spots left on the spine and enough water to drown organs and eating an apple with a knife and fork and battered feet on & off the scale and desperate hands clutching ribs and standing up & the world goes dark and carrying an emergency rice cake in your purse for weak spells and enough green tea to drown organs and how many calories are in toothpaste and whatever nail polish color covers yellow and battered feet on & off the scale and is today the day my heart gives out and how many calories do you burn when you sneeze and pillows squeezed between thighs and waking up in a new body everyday and fingers clasped around wrists and notebooks filled with numbers and purple crescents below the eyes and accidentally knocking your elbow on your hip bone and being afraid of your own reflection and i’m not hungry or i already ate or i’ll eat later or i don’t feel well and oxygen that tastes like splenda and battered feet on & off the scale
Secrets like depression, eating disorders, self harm, or anything, are hard to keep. It’s hard because you want someone to know. You want them to ask why you’re sad, why you won’t eat, what happend to your wrists, or legs. And as good as it feels to let it out, you regret it immediately.
T.R.U.E.
“Is it okay that I’m not skinny?”
“Yea”
…
Next time I ask I’ll make sure he answers with
“but you are skinny.”
Guess who got their life together!!!!!
not me but someone probably has