They're saying something, but I just don't know what. About me? Probably. So many rumors have been made up about me that no one bothers with the truth anymore. Who cares anymore? It seems like I do, right? Well, you're wrong. It's not easy having to pass by people and hear them say stuff about you. I really wish I never let my life (or my weight) fall as low as it did. I really don't need to hear the shit they all say. They're not my parents, they're not Henry, they're not my friends.

"Hey, look!" someone called out. "It's the twiggy! Where's your branches?"

See what I mean. I gave whoever said that a death stare and walked off. Seriously, this thing is so old.

Maybe I should take some time now to share my story of how I battled anorexia…