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they say they barely recognize the girl in front of them. they say i look tired or sick or dead behind the eyes. I listen to their worries, for them, and give them what they’re after. Reassurance that ‘i’m fine’. what i refrain from telling them is that i finally resemble the girl i’ve been inside this whole time. i look strung out worn out hung up to dry. i look tired pale dead behind the eyes. i look desperate weak to the point of walking dead. the girl they finally see? she’s the one i’ve seen in the mirror this whole time. she’s was standing right in front of them but they didn’t look close enough to see.

Kylee lives in Seattle and is a true Pacific Northwest girl at heart; working at a tech recruiting firm and in her free time enjoying hiking, yoga, running and exploring the plentiful local coffee shops around the city. Her writing encompasses her mental health struggles with an eating disorder, anxiety, and depression, as well as her physical disability and chronic pain. You can find her work on her own blog, Coffee and Reflections, as well as on sites like The Mighty and MCXV.