Don’t Tell Me I’m Beautiful

The mind can be a dark, desolate place. When I was in the thick of my anorexia, the last thing that I wanted to hear from anyone was, “You’re so beautiful.” I didn’t want to hear, “You were fearfully and wonderfully made.” Or, “You’re a masterpiece in the making.” “You’re a work of art.” “You’re beautiful.”Continue reading Don’t Tell Me I’m Beautiful

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