Wow how did I manage to fuck that up so quickly
I want you to remember me. In a month, a year, a week, or a decade — if we no longer talk to each other, if our relationship had deteriorated into nothing save friendly acquaintances — I want you to remember me. The color of my eyes, the arch or my nose, the curve of my lips. I want you to remember my voice when I laughed, the adventures we took, the secrets we shared so you can remember me as someone special, someone you once loved. Then you’d smile when you think back to the past and I’d know — subconsciously — that I’ve touched someone’s life in a positive way, even if only for a while.
this is my little sister Lucy, who is 11 years old and is currently struggling with anorexia and self-harm, frequently mentioning thoughts of suicide. she often posts on instagram these worrying photoedits which she is inordinately and terrifyingly proud of.
so i’ve told her for every…
twsnetwork is full of positive images and is designed to help people like Lucy.
side note: you are a fantastic sister and I hope with all my heart that she gets better xxx