This Girl's Life
There were lines on the mirror, lines on her face
She pretended not to notice, she was caught up
in the race
You know what?
I’m 5’6”, and I weigh 9 1/2 stone. This is okay.
Six people in the last seven days have told me I look healthier since I put weight back on. I have curves, I have a 34DD chest, and I might hate my middle, but it’s not so bad. I’m growing my eyebrows back and last week I went out all day without wearing any make up.
I have been chatted up five times in the last seven days.
Because while I desperately, desperately want to be eight and a half stone, and want to feel the painful crush of bone with no flesh every time I move, and no matter how desperately I want to be emanciated, thin, tone, perfect…
What the hell is so wrong with me just the way I am now?
I’m a size 8/10. I’m a 34DD, I am 5ft6in.
Yeah, actually. I’m pretty hot.
SO THERE, BRAIN. TAKE THAT.
