Hannah's P.O.V
My bones don't show
So it can't be real
But I honestly couldn't tell
When I ate a proper meal
Or ate something I didn't throw it back up.
A facade on show,
For the universe to see
But I crave to be weightless
I am not a cliche
Fore there is plenty of meat
The thought of stavring myself again
Made me want binge on anything I
Saw.
I am a rag doll in chains,
Imprisoned inside my own head
Its a shame I'm not the girl who
Everyone wanted
Until the becoming skinny
Was my obsession.
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Teen FictionEating, a thing we do to survive, but it slowly became a problem for Hannah maray brown based on a true story
