Dark times... the beginning

So the happy looking girl had a secret... a dark and embarrassing secret. A secret that still hunts her at night.

A terrible feeling that seized her at night, making her lose control of herself, dark thoughts that kept her from sleeping, horrible tremors that make her feel like her body had a life of its own.

She spent her nights in fear... fear that destroyed the few self-esteem that she had built against the constant comments of her classmates, having a different appearance can make you a little insecure when you are amount kids who don't know better... 

So the experience continued for a while, years actually... But it made itself public to my family when I was in my second year of high school, rumors of eating disorder were mentioned, there were looks of judgment in every face of the people who knew about it, and a huge need of keeping a low profile appeared.

Because of that I learned to wear my "happiness" and "everything's perfect" mask, that way no one judges no one asks uncomfortable questions and my life is "normal" for a change.

Everybody thinks I'm cure... Sadly I know better... :(