#thighgap (My Dark Library Book 2)

by Chandler Morrison

"God, you’re so thin. It’s perfect. You don’t even look like a woman. You look like a little girl.”

a disturbing start! nice!

The disturbing nature of things is always occurring to me when it’s too late.

I lie and tell him I did because I don’t want to deal with male insecurity right now.

LMFAO

For so many years I hated the mirror. It showed me ugly, unbearable things.

affection is something so elusive it’s almost mythical.

My hunger becomes a halo. It gives me wings which carry me above the mortals so dependent on their sickening sustenance.

I exist on another plane.

I never have enough energy to be out for more than a few hours at a time.

real

It’s all a reminder of how unnatural my lifestyle is, that I’m defying my body’s needs in order to be something more than human. Something better.

“I will,” I tell him, hoping it’s a lie but knowing there’s a possibility I’ll break down in the midst of a depressive episode of loneliness and longing, craving validation.

LMAO so incredibly real again

It wasn’t until I was nineteen that I finally reached a point where I was too sick of myself to continue living the way I was.

It was nothing more than one more lie to hide the ugly truth—that skinny is Good and fat is Evil.

Ugly people aren’t happy. The ones who claim to be are either lying, or they’re too stupid and lazy to know there’s something better.

LMAO yeah...

Ican’t handle it when I’m not the thinnest and most beautiful girl in the room.

You never realize how fragile you are until you’re already in pieces.

“Everyone is alone all the time. It doesn’t matter if you want it. You can’t get away from it.”

I look at the ground so far below and wonder what it would feel like to fall. I wonder if I already know.