I thought about it for a long time, and I went to therapy for disorderly eating behavior. I’ve gone through so much, learning the best way to keep myself in the perfect image of what society thinks of as being beautiful. And after losing ten pounds, I looked in the mirror, and all I could see was how much fatter I was than before, but I kept looking at my ribs and just realizing that I could see them. I couldn’t before.
I’ll never see myself as beautiful. I can’t.