Urge To Purge

Writing is my saving grace.

Notes

Just a reminder…

prettierinthedark:

No, my collarbones don’t jut out from under my skin,

and my thighs don’t have a gap,

and I can’t fit my hand around my upper arm.

I have a stomach that moves when I walk,

and arm fat,

and chubby cheeks.

There are days where I will hate myself because of this,

where I feel that I should starve and purge and cut until I am perfect.

But you know what?

That isn’t perfection.

I’m healthy.

And it’s okay.

This was so incredibly inspiring, it moved me to tears. Bravo. Bravo.