I’m tired.
I’m tired of waking up in the morning hating myself. I’m tired of looking in the mirror and seeing all the break outs on my face and the misplaced hairs around my eyebrows. I’m tired of looking down at my body when I’m changing and thinking about how I might be better off if I stopped eating. I’m tired of scrolling through Instagram and seeing pictures of other girls and comparing myself to them. I’m tired of seeing pictures of myself on snapchat that my friends take where I look fat and have 5 chins. I’m tired of telling myself, “I’ll start tomorrow,” only to never start. I’m tired of thinking so poorly of myself. I’m tired of feeling like a burden on everybody around me. I’m tired of always being the one left behind. I’m tired of going to bed at night hating myself.
