I see something different.
I look in the mirror and I see different things than everyone else. I was so proud of myself when I got home from my cruise, I lost five of the ten pounds that I had put on when my mom force-fed me. I wanted to go see the school social worker before spring break and my cruise because my best friends mom told me something that I found quite disturbing. She gained 15 pounds in four days. That got me worried, i don't need to gain anymore weight, so at most I ate one meal a day. Everyone else sees this "cute" little girl, or an "innocent" child. They don't think that i can have feelings, or thoughts of my own. But I do. I have good thoughts, and some not so good thoughts. Thoughts about happiness, and thoughts about fatness, and the ugliness. I thought I was getting better, so did Jessimica and the social worker. But obviously I've fooled the lot of us. I'm not ok...I'm not an innocent cute little girl. Written April 3rd, 2002 © on Apr 03 2002 01:37 PM PST 18 • 0 • 1
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"I look in the mirror and I see different things than everyone else...."