Back, belly, thighs, wrists. Which path do I start with? I take my red tape and wrap my arm up. Then my legs, I’m about to throw up.

The mirror cannot be correct, I object to these attributes I have! “Mad, mad.” Is all I cry. When I’m really sad, mad. Sad about my body. Mad about how I can’t change the image of it. This picture-perfect human has too much red tape wrapped around her thighs.

What’s with red tape? Well red tape, when you read into it, communicates insecurities only one person sees. As maturity builds so does unreasonable things.

So next time you see red tape wrapped around your hometown, take it off. Peal it, pinch it, demand it to come off. Because red tape isn’t healthy to start a fashion trend with.

And to the 86 deaths caused by anorexia per year alone. I’m sorry you had no place to go home to in your brain. Pain is beautiful and it’s crucial to live.

So just do that for a minute more. Live.

No body is perfect and no brain is too small. That’s how much I care for you. If you needed guts,

I’d give them all.