bulimic
I'm not perfect.
I just want to be pretty.
With beautiful hair, and pretty eyes.
Able to wear shorts and not look at how fat my thighs are.
Being able to feel your bones and not fat.
To be perfect.
So to be perfect, I will be
Bulimic, then I'll be skinny right?
To starve myself.
To never eat.
To pretend I'm not hungry.
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