They all told me that I looked so good now,
that they wished they could be me.
But they didn't know that meant crying over an empty toilet bowl,
because it was too late to throw up this morning's breakfast,
but too early to eat lunch.
They didn't know it meant passing out in an ice cold tub of water,
trying to shiver away the calories from the one meal you ate the day before.
If they had known what was really happening,
would they still have called me beautiful?