Even if I want to, I can't eat because I get fatter
Forbidden to eat
Worst of all, I can't ask for help because it's too late
I don't know what I became, I lost everything, my house, my family and my life.
This is how a story can end, don't let it be like that, change and be the difference
There is nothing worse than living a prisoner with a false image of yourself. Tremendous slavery that often only finds its sad end in death.
Feel good inside; to be loved and to love, in this body ... That will help us to accept ourselves as we are. Let's not be fooled by those who want to manage our “ideals”. Let's live in peace and without guilt.