my sick and twisted journey through the hardships of anorexia.
From the minute I wake up in the morning till the second I lay my head down to sleep. . All I can ever think about is how I wish I were: Thin. Skinny. Frail. Fragile. Small. . I want to see my bones slightly protruding through my skin. . I want to be a fragile little girl. . I want heads to turn when I walk in a room. . I want to feel beautiful. . I want to be beautiful. . Perfect. . I want to be free
