Personal Narrative: My Issues With My Self Image

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Since 8th grade i have had continuous issues with my self image. I have turned into someone i never thought i would be. someone who has a dark side hidden from everyone around. everyone says it 's normal to feel “depressed” sometimes. i don’t know if that is true. the darkness and sadness that sweeps over me even when I’m sitting at the dinner table with my family is indescribable. Whenever i eat one full meal i feel disgusting and fat. i think about making myself vomit every time because my stomach feels too full. besides, i don’t eat much, if anything. obviously there have been phases, phases where i try to get better and turn things around. i tried to fix myself. then i began to lose control. i lost control over my emotions, my happiness and i completely lost my appetite. I lost 13 pounds in one month. Everything is so off and on. …show more content…
Everyone around me seems happy, so i convince myself i am happy too. i am able to smile and laugh, but it doesn’t last long. I eventually go home, sit in my room and feel all alone. A dark cloud hangs over my bed. Everything breaks down and crumbles around me. People say they care and it is nice to know I’m loved but it doesn’t change how i feel. i am always grumpy and everyone, close friends and even some people i barely know ask me why I’m grumpy. my automatic response “I’m just tired” you know what I’m tired of?? tired of crying myself to sleep five days a week. tired of being sad. tired of pretending I’m happy. tired of feeling crazy. tired of the constant memories that break my heart. tired of not feeling good enough. tired of feeling empty. tired of missing things and people. tired of being all alone. I’m fucking tired of being

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