This Is Me, My Story.

Things were amazing.

I loved him,

I loved myself.

I started to doubt myself,

I hated who I was, what I looked like.

He wouldn't let me though.
He thought I was perfect.

I just couldn't see what he saw in me,

beauty.

I pretended things were fine,

I was still in love,

and the monster still hadn't taken over completely,

yet.

I became obsessed.

Weighing myself constantly,

doing ANYTHING to lose the weight.


I hated myself, even more.
I was never going to be who I wanted to be.
Who would ever love me,
when I looked like this?

He always knew when I was introuble,

when I was locking myself away,

when I was running away.

His love was always there,
But I pushed it away


And I always came to him for help,
but it just wasn't enough.
I needed more then love.


Anything to become who I wanted to.
I was completely gone now.
No love,
Just someone to help me self destruct.

This girl died.

Lucky for me,
I realized I needed help.


I love him,

I love me,

I am healthy.
I do not own an eating disorder.