It's feeling small.
Hopeless.
Fragile.
Weak.

It's feeling muddled in your skin.
Ugly.
Confused.
Uncomfortable.

Everything and everyone is daunting.
Scary.
Intimidating.
Painful.

Hunger will plague you but the urge to consume doesn't exist.
Tired.
Lazy.
Frustrated.


It's realizing things are wrong and being afraid to look at yourself but not having the courage or strength to fight against yourself alone.
It's needing help and being too proud to ask, but mainly being scared of what the others may think if they realize you're not "fine".
It's looking outside, realizing what a beautiful day it is and still remaining in your bed, not even trying to leave.
There is no motivation. There is a desire to seek help and be fixed. There is a desire to magically erase all of it.

It's giving up, still trying and hating yourself for not being able to fix it alone.