Tuesday, January 4, 2011

"how can you look at me when i can't stand myself?"

he told me that i'm perfect.

and i started crying.

not only because it made me so happy that he thought that of me, and was the first person in as long as i can remember to directly say it, but because i know how truely imperfect i am.

what on earth does this wonderful boy see in horrible me?

stay strong, think thin, live ana

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