Shattered Silence

Demon’s Inside Sometimes, I feel like there are these little voices inside of my head.   They whisper to me right after I’ve worked out and realize that I still don’t have a six pack, or a super tiny waist.   They whisper to me when I go to dance class and see that I am a good three inches shorter than all the 5’9” girls in there.   They whisper to me in the clothing stores when I realize that I can no longer wear a 000 (like who even knew sizes could come that small). But you know what they don’t do? They don’t tell me that I work my butt off to try to have a six pack every single day.   That I love to work out because I am working on bettering myself. They don’t tell me that I am beautiful the way God made me and that if 5’6” is the tallest I will ever get it is okay. They don’t tell me that most of the girls who can fit into that 000 size are starving themselves for the worth of a size on a price ticket.   And that when I was that small, my mental and p