lipglossandpoetry
Some days, victory is eating breakfast before 3 in the afternoon.
Some days, victory is putting on the first thing I pull out of my closet instead of trying to find the outfit that covers everything I hate.
Some days, victory is stumbling outside for a cigarette instead of hiding all day from the sunlight.
Some days, victory is being able to shave my legs without wanting to rip off the fat underneath.
Some days, victory is only needing three cigarettes to cope with the anxiety.
Some days, victory is finding the strength to pull myself out of bed, even if I immediately collapse back into it.