"Your ugly and fat."
that nasty voice in my head would spat.
"Your sizes to big."
"Why can't you be a pretty little twig?"
Less and less food goes on my plate
soon there wont be as much weight
But still I walk up to the mirror and tears are shed
and my face will start to turn red
The voice in my head comes back
and starts giving me a heart attack.
Less and less meals are ate
soon i'll be skinny enough to go on a date
I wont eat anything for another day
is what I start to say
Soon my head starts to spin
yet i'm starting to be a little thin
So I stop eating for a little bit longer
even though I'm not feeling any stronger
But weaker as the days go by
and my stomach starts to feel dry.
I still keep myself from food
even though I know i'm screwed.
My friends will try to force some food in
but then when I look at it the room begins to spin.
No longer do I need to eat
soon i'll be the fresh new meat.
I'll finally stop crying in the mirror
and people might see me a little bit clearer.
I might be a better looking person
even though my health is starting to worsen......
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My Eating Disorder
PoetryI guess you could say I'm taking the easy way out, but do I care? no. I look in the mirror and its a demon to me. All I see is a fat, ugly, worthless, shity girl. There isn't anything pretty about my body. My goal is to get smaller than a size 3 in...