"But you're not overweight, you're not! I wish I had your body."
It's all words. No one would like to have this, be trapped in this and desperately trying to lose weight and failing. How little can I eat? Every day turns into a fight where hunger is my enemy. And it rings in my ears "I don't get it, you used to be so thin". Used to be. Used to be so thin it hurt to sit down for more than five minutes, but atleast I was thin and I didn't get to hear that I was overweight, that I had bad character.
It's the same words when they tell me "You used to be so happy and charming". Always used to be. And so I learn that I am unhappy and not charming in the least, that I am just awkward and a social outcast.

I tried to be different. I tried so hard being my old self, and I thought I had succeeded. But one crisis is all it takes to bring me down, and my shrink tells me hollow words on how it will get better, and I need to get that degree. And I just can't see why. A degree will bring me nothing when I can't breathe.
I used to be so much. Now I'm just a shell and I pretend that I am fine, because no one wants to hear of my troubles. I let others cry on my shoulder as much as they want, but I can't bring myself to do the same, because I'm so scared they will push me away. Because they all do. And then nothing prevents them from bringing out my secrets to everyone.