Introduction

Nobody knows the way I feel when I'm alone. I'm just an ordinary girl. People say I'm beautiful, skinny. That's never been enough. I've been called pretty many times but they just whisk over my head. I'm called fat maybe a few times. It's etched in my memory like stone. I'm anorexic. To some they barely notice. To others it sticks out like a sore thumb. This is my story, The Real Me