The "You're Not Fat" Campaign

I am not brave enough.

I slink back into the stupid little hideyhole and I stay there until they are gone.

I feel sick.

You were going to TELL? After all I've DONE for you?

Yes.

No.

I don't know.

I want to hide away from everything. From everyone. I want to hide away inside myself and never deal with anything again.

But it's just as bad inside me as it is outside.

I have nowhere to turn.

I turned my mind into a prison and threw away the key.