Just because I am not the skinniest and you can’t see my hip bones, my ribs or my spine doesn’t mean I’m not struggling.

Just because I don’t have a thigh gap and I have cellulite doesn’t mean I’m not struggling.

Just because you see me eating sometimes doesn’t mean I’m not struggling.

Just because you don’t actually see me crying because I hate the way I look doesn’t mean I’m not struggling.

I am struggling.

My thighs aren’t thin enough.

My tummy isn’t flat enough.

Stretch marks cover my body.

My tummy rolls when I sit down.

My legs jiggle when I walk or run.

I am struggling.

I smile and laugh and walk around confidently, but inside it hurts. I can’t eat without feeling guilty and I don’t go a day without looking at my body and hating what I see.

Don’t you dare tell me just because I don’t LOOK anorexic I can’t be.

I’m starving, but you’ve got no idea.

Please let’s start supporting each other rather than putting each other down.

If you’re reading this and are hurting, I’m here. Talk to me, message me, vent to me.

I can’t promise to take the hurt away, but I can promise I will try to make you feel better if you reach out.

Xxxxx