Having an eating disorder is like having a personal assistant that you didn’t hire or want.
This personal assistant convinces you that she wants what is best for you and not to worry about a thing, for she will take care of it all.
You don’t even have to think, for she will make decisions for you

Mom: So if everyone jumped off a bridge, you would too?

As annoying as it is to hear mom say that, could there maybe be some logic behind it?

Why must joy have consequences?
Why must companionship involve loneliness?
Why must blood be drawn to see the big picture?
Why must tears be shed to see things clearer?

Why must I hear the bad voices in order to appreciate the good?

I don’t have to be like everyone else in order to be happy.
I don’t have to be like her.
I just have to be like me
and be the best and truest me I can be.

I don’t see why I have to be twelve feet under in order to rest in peace.

What if we just stayed behind our glass cases,
like porcelain dolls…
what would ever come of us?