The weight of the world is rest on my shoulders

Depression, anxiety, constant fear

It sits there and laughs at me

It whispers negativity in my ear.

"You cant help her." "You're not good enough."

My sister looks in the mirror and doesn't see the beautiful girl I see.

"You're ugly." and "You're fat." whispers back at her when she sees her reflection.

The struggle to maintain her weight.

The fear of never being beautiful.

I need to make her see that she is TOO skinny.

She needs to gain weight or the hospital is in her furture...again.

The weight of my sister is on my shoulders.