Emaciated

I always had social anxiety. I didn’t have depression until I was about eleven. I didn’t have body dysmorphia until my first heartbreak, and insults about my never commented on body when I was twelve years old. I didn’t have anorexia until I was twelve and eating or not was the only thing I could control at the time. I didn’t have bipolar until I inherited the illness from my broken father when I was twelve years old, as a reminder that I couldn’t even control decisions anymore. I’m not my illnesses, but their definitely apart of me. I, Olive Gardens. River brown hair, with occasional highlights that were accused of dying, hazel eyes, big lips, skinny figure, big feet, high cheekbones, tall, short torso, long legs, and a crazy mind that was hidden behind her model questioned face. Doesn’t really know who she is, and who anyone really is anymore.

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