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  She can always see her princess-perfect heart shaped face in the window Doe eyes just big enough to weigh down the organ she pretends is still her heart
Let me tell you a story, And allow me some of your time, As well as some of your heart.   Let me tell you a story about a girl named Snow White, A girl traditionally known for her beauty, Her purity,
bus number 32 takes you to bus number 19 which takes you to your house. bus number 17 doesn't exist, but maybe that's why you know it'll take you home.  
Let's be real,I do not feel-Good after any meal. My stomach is steel-My lips concealed,My weakness unkeeled,But I cannot deal-
Too fullToo empty,I'm all dried up,these bones feel heavy  I can't breathe,I can't think,I can't even talk,I don't know what's come over me  I'm a slave to a vice,it's killing me,I often think
She starves herself to only look as skinny as the girl standing next to her, She forces herself to binge and purge and binge and purge, a vicious cycle that not only eats away at her body,
Dear Ana, it's me a friend The one you almost pushed to the very end Dear Ana my knuckles still scarred Ana, why? Why have you come back to revisit me Ana don't make me plead.
Can’t see it, can’t have it, can’t taste it, Or you will surpass your limit. Don’t let your body throw a fit. In the end, you know that it’s worth it.
I am courageous and hopefulI wonder if I will ever truly recoverI hear my ED and OCD thoughtsI see a possible future without recovery and that scares meI want recovery and freedomI am courageous and hopeful
My skin is wrong It's a baggy jumpsuit Deep sea diving gear A huge space suit Heavy Big And loose It's not me
”im not hungry” , says the stomachthe stretch of the esophagus is in yoga practice with my stomach lininginstead of dining there is immense thirstoften for fine winewhich feels like kisses past my tonsils
There are feathers here. Light, beautiful, no one can Trust them, they can betray You, but they're beautiful.   There is cold here. Excuses wrapped in Coats that will never
Ana
I use to have a best friend. She was tall and extremely thin. When I look in the mirror, I sometimes see her again. Even though she was thin, She still wasn't comfortable in her bony skin
Let me eat more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more
RIP
I became a poet when I was born I became an artist when I died Putting ink to the paper helped me feel what was inside   As a babe I saw everything around me I'd lose sleep so as not to miss a thing
You may Shut me up Break my will, Imprison me, just because you disagree with my beliefs.
Tell her that the way her bones stick out from her body is sexy Explain to her that you don’t like “big girls” Tell her that the gap in her thighs
Hate never silenced her wordsAnd compliments never brought about changeAll she ever did was binge and purgeBut her mind remained tainted and strange
  most mornings, we rise the sun filling the sky, sanguineness in our minds. though our hopes may be high, anticipations soon shatter our proclamations.
I try to numb the pain. The pain of everything and of nothing. The pain that I cannot put into words And the pain I try so hard to control The pain that somehow always seems to find its way out
Sitting in the car attached to the cart while grocery shopping with your mother Being carried from the couch to your bed by your father after you've accidently fallen asleep watching The Little Mermaid again
How could anyone love her? A single moment in time, her head is tilted back in laughter Used to disguise the moments later where the tears are from something more fragile.
someone asks me how we survive day by day, night by night? i want to tell them that we don’t but the words taste like falsehoods on my lips because the truth is, we do survive. but we do not do it alone.
Yeah, I’m skinny what’s it to you? No, I’m not anorexic. No, I’m not bulimic either. No, I am not just skin and bones. I have a high metabolism, and I have a hollow leg that runs in the family.
I fear that I am a mistake a mistake of God.. and one day He'll realize it, then I'll disappear. No one will notice, no one will care, some may even be relieved..
Can I swallow some pills to help me swallow the pain? Give me a blade s I can slice away. Teach me to hold things in and I will teach you to deposit small wieghts of trickery into your pockets.
You look in the mirror, you poke and pinch, turn to the side, suck in, wish you could lose just one more inch. You swear up and down you've already eaten, by "skinny thoughts," you already feel beaten.  
It’s time for a change It’s time to put an end to the stigma that surrounds mental illnesses It’s time to stop shaming those with mental health problems
 Dear Ana
ideal: a person or thing regarded as perfect.
You're no ordinary girl, you are an extrodinary boy. You're special because you're different. Don't be afraid to make mistakes. They are each common errors.
I found the tears of your abandoned soul while searching for the life of mine.
 And no, dear, some things can’t stop time,
 But if I could break all of my pocket watches, 
Maybe the boxes that split you would disappear.
Sharp, angled cheekbones, like mountain tops. Silhouetted against the azure of your hair. Jutting collarbones, filled with shadows-- of the past? Of your mind? Prominent ribs,
Who am I? I just don't know, There are whispers, Telling me not to look in the mirror, That I am too big, I might explode. There are whispers, Calling me disgusting, Ugly,
You look delicious. That's your skill. You just sit there, waiting, torturing. You smell fascinating. Oh, so fascinating. I want all of you, all of you. Can you not feel how much I long for you, how much I need you in me? Can you not?
Slanted Like The Leaning Tower Of Pisa I. Am. Slanted. Though I Stand Enchanted By This Hungry Image Of Beauty, That Is About To Crumble, Tumble ,To The Ground, Only To Be Found In One Giant Mess.
It started with a word. Just one little tiny word. Fat. It had been a joke, she had been teasing. But still. Were my favorite jeans getting a little too snug?
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