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Abigail Sherry Dec 2014
I look in the mirror and what do I See?
Me.
A fat ugly girl who longs to be pretty
All my friends say thats not true
But I feel different through and through
If I eat food then I get bigger
If I sit around then I get bigger
So, in order to be skinny and pretty
Eating is only an act I put on to make others happy
But behind closed doors it's a whole other story
I don't want to eat because if I eat
Then I cant be pretty or attractive because
I've been taught that bigger people aren't popular
"But Abby, you are pretty"  
"You should eat because its unhealthy not to."
Beauty is pain
and my pain began when little fifth grade me was told that
"Fat girls don't have friends, and neither do pizza faces"
My pain is my height being too small for my build
Sure, I get dizzy
Sure, I pass out
But I am skinny at last
But it doesn't seem to wanna stay.

I hate who i see when i look in the mirror
and nothing ever helps
I eat somedays, but most days I don't
and its gotten to the point where I don't feel hunger almost ever
but when I do it eats me alive
my stomach controls my mood
where I snap and get irritated
but if I eat I get fat
and I feel like I can't have that
because of my ******* up self image is all that I see
When I look in the mirror
I hope I pray I wish
that I like who I see
but all there is is me.
This is a poem about my eating disorder.

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