Or the day after that, or the day after that.
I can see myself shrinking in the mirror. It feels so good, but the scale tells a different story. Well similar I guess, but not at the same pace. I need the numbers, because the mirror always lies. It tells me that I'm okay sometimes, that I shouldn't be ashamed of myself, that who I am right now is alright, and that it's okay to stop. But only the mirror in my bedroom tells me that. It's a funhouse mirror, distorting the truth. When I go out into the real world I can see the real me, and I wish I couldn't.
Feel better soon
ReplyDeleteI find that a drink of hot water with honey and lemon does the trick x
Don't forget that the scale can lie as well. Sometimes we gain muscle and lose fat, which means we're smaller than our scale tells us! Or we're retaining water, because hey, being a girl sucks sometimes.
ReplyDeleteStay strong, little one.
A beautiful, torturing truth put in a few words. It's the same with me. With each of us, I keep thinking. Hoping that it would someday get better, that the sickness would be healed. My mind keeps saying that it's wishful thinking.
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