The dangerous battle of perfection. Thinnest is perfection. I could be in a room full of people yet I feel completely and utterly alone. I love doing ballet just for fun it helps me yet kills me when i see the perfectly skinny girls. It is a way to be free and fly. I need to lose more weight so i can go en pointe and look amazingly graceful. My mind is a confusion of my wishes, fears and my past. I am powerless to everything that happens in my life. The only things I control are my emotions and my weight. I have built up walls to protect myself but their comments find a way through. My sister strives to hurt me about my weight and my mom like to join in. I have to be and look like the skinniest girl in my house. I want to be perfect.
HW:123lbs CW:120lbs GW#1:115 GW#2:110 GW#3:100lbs GW#5:95lbs