Why can't we be happy in our own skin? Nothing is ever good enough. Why must we always believe that what we call beauty, is something so unattainable?

It's pointless to try to figure out what drives people to extremes in zoek for what is called "being socially acceptable"...beautiful... as we already know, many things influence people.

Why do we fail to see that real beauty lies within? Why must it take so long and be so damn hard to actually learn the lesson and stop treating ourselves this way...we know the consequences, sadly, some never learn...

I'm glad to say that I am not a slow learner...

She looks at the reflection. It is grotesque. Fat hanging over the tight jeans. I'm not hungry tonight, she tells herself. Even though she can feel the sharp stabs of hunger in her stomach.
She walks in the room and lies down on the bed. She puts a hand on her stomach, trying to muffle the groans she can hear.
I'm okay, she says to herself.
She hears him coming up the stairs. He would always come up the stairs. Every night. He was so patient with her. Nothing but kind, even when she screamed and kicked and fought for him to go away.
He knocks slowly on the frame of her doorway. She says nothing....

Well this is my first soapbox article.
I was thinking about creating a spot like this yesterday.

It was all about one of my best friends. She´s bulimic. My vrienden and I are really worried. It has been a maand since we know.
Every time she eats she excuses her self to the bathroom with some stupid excuse like she needs to brush her teeth. We try to stop it, tell her she´s too thing and that its dangerous but she just refuses to listnen and denys it.

She is really thin now, everytime u touch her hair it falls as its has no force to keep on hold, her fingers are burnt and callous.

At the beginnig...