maybe i like being like this. maybe i like seeing the numbers roll off the scale. maybe i like feeling empty. maybe, just maybe, i want to be thin again.
"make sure your daughter eats something today." - my mom to my dad
"but i'm not hungry." - me.
"too bad." - mom.
"you can't force her. remember what brenda said? she's having a break from reality and needs us to be supportive without being pushy." - dad.
"i'm still standing here." - me.
"oh." - dad and mom together.
good thing i'm invisible now too.
i believe in love. i believe in second chances and silly bands and making myself happy, because no one else ever will.
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