Under your thumb, I can't breathe... I won't let you close enough to hurt me...

I am broken.

I am damaged.

I am faulty.

I look normal.

I look more or less like a normal girl.

More or less about like a normal 18 year old girl.

To look at me the only differences between me and any other 18 year girl are that I'm a lot smaller, I look a lot younger. But that's about it.

But if you look further there are more...

I am covered up.

From neck to foot usually.

I don't even like rolling up my sleeves.

On my good days I can wear a t-shirt but that's about it.

My best friend who has known me for 8 years has only seen my legs about 3 times.

I look normal...

but I am most definitely not...

I am unhappy

Very unhappy.

I am not the same as other 'normal' 18 year olds.

I look normal, so therefore I must be normal, right?

No I'm not.

That is why I need to be thin - very thin.

This isn't about wanting to be skinny and pretty.

This is about wanting my body to reflect my mind.

I want people to look at me and know that something is wrong

But I don't want them to stop me.

Do you see my dilemma?

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