Story about my Anorexia

And she was never thin enough. She always had to be thinner, less fat. Never thin enough. Always too big.

The numbers of the scale were passing before her like a horror. She was always too big, all the time too big. The numbers were never low enough, ever.

So she did not eat anymore. Her belly was screaming - no, yelling - starvation, but she did not know it. It was the price to pay.

She was hungry. She was dizzy. But the numbers were still too high for her.

So she continued not to feed. She continued to let herself die slowly.

She was running, so she did sports, she did not eat anymore ... Run, always faster, do the board, boxing, karate, run even more, reduce her food portions, be dizzy ... then will vanish.

She had reached the bottom, then.

His hospital room was dull. People were horrified. But she still continued to be fat. While she was just a pile of bones.

She should have, before it got worse, she should have talked about it. Now, it's too late, she knows, she can not survive.