My invisible fight. 

 This is what my chronic illness fight looks like.


As is this.
I look happy.

I look content.

I look like your average 28 year old, albeit young for my age.

But yet.

I fight my self every day.

My body kicks its own ass.

I sometimes go days without food. People comment on how thin I get. It isn’t a big deal, you see, because thin is so wanted in this world.

But I don’t want thin

I want healthy.
I live in pain. I limp. I wince. You can’t see my pain but it’s there.
I struggle.

Everyday.
And I fight.
But I win.

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