People without anxiety claim to understand but they don't. They don't understand how I look in the mirror every day and call myself overweight and ugly. They don't understand how I see happy people and tell myself I'll never be one of them. They don't understand how I bully myself and make myself cry from doing the simplest things wrong. They don't understand how I force myself to go through a long nightly routine all because I see myself as ugly in an attempt to make myself pretty in the morning. They don't understand how I tell myself I'm trying too hard and should just end it all when I'm putting my makeup on because I'll never look like people want me to. They don't understand how I tell myself I'm going to mess it up and I should stay quiet when I talk to people. They don't understand how I can't listen to certain music because of how it makes me feel and because my brain tells me something bad is gonna happen or that something is gonna jump out and get me. They don't understand.