Blessing in Disguise

 


I’ve been purging for five years.

My teeth are yellow no matter how well I take care of them - the acid always wins.

My gums bleed sometimes.

My throat stings when I laugh too hard.

I get lightheaded when I get up too fast.

I can’t sleep - not because I’m not tired, but because hunger is louder than exhaustion.

I’m always freezing.

And my hair? It’s thinner than it used to be.

I find strands on my pillow, in the sink, on my clothes.

But I don’t care if it hurts , I want a perfect body.

Mia stole my warmth, my sleep, my peace.

But she gave me comfort in discipline and control.

It’s a blessing in disguise, even if it kills me.

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