December
Back in December
I started getting sick
I went to the doctor
but I think there's something they missed
I loved food
eating that's all I used to do
I could eat all day and wouldn't be done
I stayed small because I have a high Metabolism
but then it stopped
I lost interest in food
there's nothing anyone could do
I got sick
but didn't tell anyone
my friends had no clue
what I was going through
I kept getting smaller
I used to dress like a doll
but in the locker room
they asked why I was so small
so I stopped changing out
had a lot of self doubt
people got worried
but I didn't get better
I only got worse
It got to the point where I couldn't get out of bed
but then it got better i got motivation
I still lost it all
but there's not more life I'm letting this disorder take
it's there
but I don't care
I'm taking control
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