This is the reality of my eating disorder. I didn’t end up beautiful and excited to run around in frilly bikinis and model on the runway. I ended up like this. Broken, and disgusting. My skin doesn’t glow, my joints don’t move easily and I have lanugo all over my skin. My body is covered in scars and bruises, and no one will stay by my side, because I’m disturbing and fucking messed up. My bones break easily, my teeth are yellow, my face looks tired, my skin is blotchy, and my hair falls out in clumps like this every morning when I brush it. They won’t hold your hand, they’ll send you to the hospital for doctors to analyze you while you pretend to feel better so you can get out of the prison. In short, the real prison is my mind, and it’s ruined my life and body.
