This is me at 235 lbs. Three years ago. I still see myself this way every day when I look in the mirror.
I keep my pain hidden behind a smile
because pretending to be happy never goes out of style.
I’ve been reduced to another number in your phone book that you never text or call anymore.
I can’t move on and leave everything we once had.
I keep forgetting that you treat me so bad
So I keep running back.
True Love’s Kiss
Will break the curse of holding on to the wrong prince.
We are just victims of our own minds,
Ignoring all the tell tale signs.
Pretending that insanity is alright.
…Come hold my heart,
and prove me wrong.
You can only fake love
for so long.
My middle of the night abstract drawing to calm my nerves. I call it
“Falling Into Shame”