Hunger Games

 I had coffee with one of my best friends today.

She has been haunted by bulimia for ten years now.

She is beautiful in every way.

We talk all the time about anything and everything and I tell her she is beautiful.

She doesn’t believe it.

She still starts sentences with, “When I am healthier…”

And “when I am skinnier…”

I tell her she is already beautiful.

She doesn’t believe it.

I wish she could see herself the way I do.

I wish I could cut her open and rip the bulimia out of her.

It suffocates her.

It is so unfair.

I will keep telling her she is beautiful.

 

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Featured image credit: http://shariblaukopf.com/2011/11/27/two-coffees/

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