I swallow the guilt along with my last bite. I fight the guilt every day. You'd think you'd learn to win the battle by now. You'd think you'd love yourself by now. You'd think you'd be skinny enough by now. Bones show, stomach growls, weak. To be gave something you didn't want, to be fighting a battle not to be won. You're worst enemy is yourself, your mind. Break the mirror like your breaking your bones. Compare yourself to the never known. There's food on the plate, but skinny on the mind. Only thing you're eating is your mind feeding lies.
Anorexia is eating me alive.