When People Don't Express Themselves, They Die

Rumors Are Spread By Jealous People

Who Wants To Recover? It Took Me Years To Get That Tiny. I Wasn't Sick; I Was Strong.

It Made Me Strong.i Took A Step Back, Near My Whole Self In The Mirror.i Pushed Back My Shoulders And Raised My Chin, My Back Straight As An Arrow.

Sometimes Being An Adult Means Doing The Right Thing, Even If It's Not What You Want.

My Face Becomes A Picasso Sketch, My Body Slicing Into Pieces.