Stare into my dark soulless eyes and tell me that you love me. That I am still beautiful and loving after losing everything. Tell me that my withering crippling body is not ugly. Threw anorexia and depression. The bones and the scars. That you still love me. For some reason it doesn’t seem possible for someone to love me. I am the girl who is so screwed up and so absurdly sick that I thought I couldn’t be redeemed. But that one boy loved me through everything. He helped me heal and didn’t care how many times I flipped out. He loved me when I was screwed up and he still loves me today. He got me back to being a normal teenage girl. He chased away my demons and returned me to who I was. And for that I love him more than ever.