Rain holds emotion like no other natural phenomenon. It is an amplifier of feelings, always there to aid in emotional revelations and breakdowns.
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Viewing the gaunt swoop of my stomach was like stepping out the door of my apartment into a downpour; the heavy rain cascading down my face. My clothes would cling to my body, highlighting all my inevitable flaws. If anyone walked by, mascara running down my cheeks…not due to the rain. I felt a jolt of euphoria. I am so close to perfect. I just have to endure a little longer. Nothing tastes as good as skinny will feel.
Inspired by the imagery displayed in a Harry Potter fanfic I read. I worked up the courage to write on here as an outlet for my own struggles with body image. If anyone is reading this, you are not alone.