fear consumes me

él está de vuelta this constant fear It never leaves me... it remains I look at my reflection, the width of my shoulders... the waist that is no longer there, the giant face big arms... how come people aren't disgusted by seeing me? I wonder...why don't they hate seeing my face, or what makes them not throw food at me when they see me eating? I want to die, this dream consumes me, I needed to be thin and small... I want to be small