Locking myself away, hoping for the world to quiet down. Hoping for a new body, or a new mind, or preferably both. The days blend into the doldrums of a windless ocean It is here I sit Looking for some degree of change. Mostly I just want to be left alone, yet in today’s world […]
Hiding Places – The Shame of Body Dysmorphic Disorder
In My Room There were several bathrooms on my college campus that I would frequent the most. I preferred the handicap restrooms as I could lock the door. In here I could fuel my compulsion without the fear of others noticing. I remember walking out of the bathroom, and within seconds returning, to deconstruct my […]