i stand in the bathroom in the dress you just bought me afraid to look in the mirror. i do and i cry, i hate the outfit or maybe i don't like the way i look in it. but i know it's not true i hate my body i hate the way i look. and i hate myself for feeling that way. but when i try to tell you me it's a fase and that i shouldn't feel like i do because i have a great body. but i know you don't care because at dinner you'll tell me i'm eating too much and tell me im gonna get fatter. or you'll tell me i'm not eating enough and i'm weak.
Vielen Dank für das Lesen!