My body is the image of my depression. Of my state of being.
It is certainly not all bad, but it's pretty worn and warped in it's ways.
I still think I'm rather pretty -beautiful even- sometimes..but I'm terrified of what I'm doing to my health, my body, with my lifestyle. My depression. My lack of self control. ..the way I sleep, eat, drink... It's not good for me. At all.
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