I used to be a wreck.
I was an absolute shit show.
I drank too much & smoked too much...
ate too little & threw up all the time.
I wore whatever the fuck I wanted
and didn't give a shit
about anything but partying & floating along.
The funniest thing about those days
is that I honestly didn't care about being thin.
I was thin...
but I'd get bloated
get bags under my eyes
get knots in my hair & bruises on my body.
I was thoughtlessly tiny and an absolute mess.
And I loved every single second of my life.