I don’t know why but there’s something different about this time. I feel... trapped...

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I don’t know why but there’s something different about this time. I feel... trapped...
Things were easier when existing was optional
I don’t think I can prove my worth in the way they want me to and that kind of really worries me...
Will it ever be enough?
brb I’m learning how to be invisible...
I am not worth your time... sorry
Wish I could lay in bed all day with my pups.
It’s Christmas, Snapchat sends me memories.
The last three Christmases of puffy faces.
From heinous acts of self destruction.
My throat a scratchy mess.
I exclaim to my family how different are the two.
But mistakenly, I say ‘fat’.
I say ‘fat’ when I mean puffy.
I say ‘fat’ when I mean swollen.
I say ‘fat’ when I mean full of inflammation.
I say ‘fat’ when I mean this old face.
But they don’t understand, because I never say.
My new face, is different.
It is a face that I have grown.
In the past year from self love, and care.
Maybe one day they will understand.
Why for me this day is the best Christmas...
Ever...