or my cheeks?
Who told me to stand with my legs apart
and my hips thrust back
to create the illusion of a gap
between my thighs?
Who made me believe that the most beautiful part of me
is my negative space?
Physically, yes I can live without you. I can eat, breathe, and sleep easily without you.
But if I’m not sharing half of a medium pizza with you, then I don’t want to eat.
And if I can’t feel your body move up and down as you breathe, I see no purpose in breathing.
And if I’m not waking up chest deep wrapped in your arms, then I don’t want to sleep.
I keep switching from “wow I need to restrict and become super skinny and dainty” to “I need to eat clean and exercise more and be really fit” to “I can eat whatever the fuck I want, I’m supposed to be recovering after all” and it’s so exhausting.
I can’t stress enough how accurate this is
Holy fucking shit this is exactly how i fucking feel like completely on point.
pains me how accurate this is