My face was filled with fury, these stares are making me uncomfortable. I held an exasperate sigh; Why can't they stop staring at me? It's a bit obvious what I have to deal with, okay very obvious. I know I'm anorexic, meaning that I obsess about weight and what I eat according to google. I look at these women, my face turns green and my eyes bounces obnoxiously everywhere. I'm starting at the beginning. My name is Hannah and I have anorexia.