some days i want to say you know what? maybe they're right.
some days i want to listen.
some days i feel ashamed of my body.
and some days i think about food as "good" and "bad"
some days i feel so fucking weak.
some days i hate myself for letting Them get to me.
(whoever "Them" is)
some days i don't want to give a fuck.
some days i want to yell and curse.
some days i look at my body and i cringe and i feel sadness.
i know i'm not the only one, but some days, i tell you. some days.
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