Once upon a time, I wasn't so afraid. I walked the halls of my house with my smile splitting my face, ready to leap out into the day and play in the sun and run through the grass. Now, I fear leaving the safety of my bed, as I know that even with empty halls I will still feel judged. When I was young I didn't care, I was happy and carefree. Now the expectations that come with my body crush me, and all I can do is close my eyes and force the scream back into my lungs. I miss being young.