Sick Starved Thoughts
I was 93 pounds of fat.
I was hiding from my family.
They couldn't know I felt fat.
They couldn't know I didn't eat.
This can't be my fault.
I have to work out twice a day to look skinny.
I want to feel good about my body.
I want to eat but I cannot eat more calories today.
I want to feel better but I do not want to gain weight.
I want to cry because I am like this and it won't go away.
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