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Anorexia

It's a cruel world we treat ourselves like an advertisement.

So caught up in an obsession that leads to death painfully, sadly.

Looking in the mirror watching her body  waste away,

Yet still to her it's getting more, and more beautiful every day.

Yet every day she get sicker,

covering up the hate for herself by Immersing  herself in liquor.

Is this the right thing that we've been teaching the world? To consume our self-hate? To tremble every time we see a title having anything to do with cake? Cringing everytime we think we might be gaining alittle weight? But alittle weight in reality is nothing to everyone else but an idea you created in your head. Constantly you continue to dread the next time you have to face a meal. Caring to much about the way you appeal.

She says she's 100 pounds too heavy.... Being 110 already.

Girl do you hear yourself?

You see a masked and disguised version of the body your confused minds blinded you to always see.

scratching at anything everything trying to find a hint of self-worth yet leaving empty-handed.

it's a painful addiction promising you a body that's beauriful so pretty, too skinny.

Skipping breakfast like it's nothing. Then sitting before lunch and dinner don't want to feel the pain that so real, So you push the plate away and leave can't stand the thought of gaining another pound.

Running with your fears,

numbers dictate nearly everything you do.

So you restrict and starve.

Losing your hair as fast as your weight.

This is the painful cycle you choose that we all hate.

Your burning.

You consistently battle thoughts, temptations, it takes up all of your time.

They have no idea but they judge anyway.

you wish you were braver but the idea of throwing it all away is too much, to heavy. These excuses you use on this body that you consistently abuse it's crazy this pain is weighing piece by piece.

you tear  yourself apart.

your ribs getting more and more visible, your meat turning into nothing, it's clinical.

As hard as it is, they don't know what you feel and they never will...

Anorexia.

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