My addiction to self destruction is not a fashion statement. My depression is not your aesthetic. Mental illness is not "glamorous". There is nothing "pretty" about somebody crying alone in their bathroom because the think they don’t deserve to live. There is nothing "cute" about someone harming themselves because they feel as though they deserve it. There is nothing "fashionable" about people starving themselves, or purging after every meal because someone feels as though no one will love them because of their weight. There is nothing "romantic" about someone panicking, crying on the floor because they can’t get anything, or themselves to be ‘perfect’. There is nothing "mesmerizing" about feeling alone or unloved even surrounded by people. There is nothing "cute" about being reminded of being sexually harassed, abused, raped etc. by almost little things. There is nothing "cute" about thinking of ending your life. There is nothing "cute" about mental illnesses, so please stop advertising them as if they are. I've come to realize that as soon as you show a flaw or insecurity, people figure out a way to make profit, and we are selling ourselves as society, advertising our past/present/future by our actions like walking, talking billboard. But we aren't selling our illness. We are selling the pure idea of it. Bulimia is not a long haired pretty girl bending over the toilet with a tragically beautiful face. It's a puffed miserable face with vomit dripping from its chin and a nose bleed. Anorexia isn't a slim figure shyly refusing a cupcake. It's hair growing all over your freezing malnourished body. Depression isn't a model with mascara running down her cheeks while she stares into the sunset. It's staring at the ceiling at 4 in the morning with burning eyes because you can't even find the motivation to close them. Self harm isn't lonely boys kissing your wrists and telling you that you are still beautiful. It's a reminders of sadness and showers that sting. Panic attacks aren't burying your face in your lovers arms and having them tell you that everything is going to be okay. It's the feeling of lack of control, and like oxygen is being taken away from you. That selectivity caused by our lack of knowledge is deadly. Because the famous '' fake it 'till you make it'' statement works both ways.