When you start to cut or stop eating, or throwing up, you never see a world in the same way. You begin to notice the arms and wrists of the people, the way they hide their arms and seek to make short movements, all without leaving the show the inside of the arm. You begin to notice if the person eats or not, if she has that worried look guilty and after eating. You shall notice the people who go in the bathroom after eating, always alone … Once you are on that side you shall notice the false and cynical smiles, where the only thing that is “happy” is the mouth, eyes are cold, sad and lifeless. When you get the world is never the same.
Rebloggibg because damn this is so fucking true