Poetry by a distressed teen

Thin

Most people know this.
No-one is perfect, in every single way.
And it saddens me to say
Some people think there fat.
When there skinny in every way.
They diet by eating
Zero calorie meals.
Nothing at all
And it saddens me to say
These people don't know
There pretty and
They should stay.
Am I the olny one
That sees anorexia
Like weighing 400 pounds?
Overweight people chose to be that way.
With anorexia, don't you think its the same?
It's a shame,
No thinspo on tumbler.
Making girls to skeletons.
First
It's one pound.
Then two
The twenty-five?
Then,
She dies.
So skinny, bones and ribes.
That's all.
Now she's in her grave,
All these girls
Where Anna's little slaves.