Little Girl

"It's Christmas morning!" The little girl inside of me screamed. She wants to run downstairs and tell everyone that she loves them but I will not let her lie. I am already too afraid that she will burst out of me and spread around threatening truths about how I view myself simply because this little girl inside of me doesn't know what fat means. She doesn't know that self-harm is a real thing but she does know that she is tired of people telling her to grow up and get a life. So she buries herself down inside me and lets me be unhappy. I am afraid of the happiness that she so desperately wants to feel.

Christmas isn't so cheery anymore.