It was like I wasn't in control.
I couldn't be me anymore.
This self consciousness was taking over my life.
Every Time I looked in the mirror, I didn't see me. I saw another person. Growing fatter and fatter everyday. Stomach bloating.
Whenever I saw food. I saw the person. The one with the bulging stomach.
Then it came to the point where I felt sick whenever I saw food. And the demon possessing me made me stop eating.
He covered my mouth so I couldn't shout. He covered my mouth so I couldn't scream. And he covered my mouth so I couldn't eat.
He made it become second nature. Just what I did.
When I came home and someone asked if I had dinner, he covered my mouth and took over my speech. He said "Yeah, so full!" And laughed. Before rushing me upstairs.
And when I eventually could take my life back, I ate.
But then he stole it from me again.
He made me look in the mirror and stare at his fat self. He made me sick.
Literally.
He made me put two fingers down my throat and I couldn't see what to do after that. All my food came back out and I was slimmer again.
No one noticed.
I had been so good at covering it up so no one could see what he had done to me.
I was weaker but stronger. I left food alone. Only a couple sips of water a day. That was it.
I still felt fat, even when I was seventeen weighing just over 5 stone.
When he kept going, I had so little fat on me that you could see my bones. My ribcage, legs, arms and neck. You could see every bone in my body.
And when I tried to eat he stopped me...
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Poetry//3rd Place Arctic Awards// Through poetry, this book expresses different mental illnesses, emotions and discoveries of a teenage mind. 'No amount of body lotion or perfume could cover up the memory of his smell on my weakened, scarred skin, And no...
