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bookworm, wannabe-writer, wannabe-performer, wannabe-wannabe, musicals, apple pie, Harry Potter, Nerdfighter, ribbons, snowflakes, knee-socks, reality, pearls, Marilyn Monroe, nail-polish
I can't even all the time.
I'm all drama and no red carpet
And that's perfect for me
The struggle really begins when the way you look doesn’t match the way you feel. Once the body is anything more than emaciated, it becomes a mask and the struggle becomes invisible to the untrained eye. When a skeletal person is crying into their bowl of cereal you can see why; they’re obviously scared to death of anything that might build on that fragility. When a healthy looking person is crying into a yoghurt pot, it makes no sense. They must have done it before, they must eat every day, look, they look fine, they must be fine.