Today is a good day — I’m actually wearing heels and a dress. Please understand those days (or weeks) where it seems like I’m not even trying — baggy clothes, unkept eyebrows, etc. are the days so filled with pain, I’ve got to be kind to myself and not add any more for ‘beauty.’
This was me at 22, half my life ago. I had an eating disorder, and that night, my friend was trying to take silly pictures to cheer me up because I was suicidal. That’s his hand on top of the statue’s hand in Fountain Square in Cincinnati. My eyes look dead because I couldn’t stop thinking about how I was too fat and ugly to be out in public. What people look like and how they see themselves are often two completely, totally different things.
21 Secrets People with Invisible Illnesses Wish You Knew. (PostSecret & The Mighty)