I’m hurt. It hurt.

I didn’t think that I was walking into an office to talk about my appearance. We did.

2 years ago I looked “healthy” and I currently look “anorexic”. I’m 5’7” and have always fluctuated between 145-155lbs. I’m currently 140lbs. I’m happy. I did lose some weight but I eat. I like cheeseburgers… Apparently that’s not apparent. I’ll have to post my food on social media or something to prove I’m eating.

“You should bring back your natural hair!”

I am. I have synthetic dreadlock extensions to help my natural hair grow. My hair is just fine.

“You looked healthier then. Less tattoos too.”

Yeah, I know. It takes time to fill this canvas.

It hurt. Everything, all at once about how ugly I’ve become while I’m walking in more confidence and simple living. I’m happy and then shoot me in the chest with this.

I thought it was all over. I thought I was safe…

I was wrong. Again.