I had never seen her so frail. It was as though I were watching a rose wither away before my very eyes. I could never grasp why she did it, why she would ever put herself through such horrendous pain and, unfortunately, I feel like I never would. What's worse, no matter what I could never confront her about it because I was too much of a coward. I could only watch as a girl I had known all my life was reduced to nothing more than skin and bone before my very eyes. She had never been ugly - sure, maybe a tiny bit bigger than most of the girls we knew, but never enough to resort to such radicals. At least in my eyes. How could I ever understand the things she felt, how could I even remotely come to terms with so much as a sliver of these emotions that were consuming her thoughts daily. I would never understand.
Anorexia Monologue ( Viewpoint: An onlooker ) - xieh
27 February 2014 @ 11:40 pm
Anorexia Monologue ( Viewpoint: An onlooker )