anorexic

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Today I am wearing anything but black solely to hide the fact that I am just sticks… Just sticks set up in such a way that if you even tap my shoulder… you will be impaled without intention
just words written down nothing more nothing less until they were words about bodies respect food fuel no longer words but a path to recovery
Am I pretty now? You told me I need makeup, You can hardly tell it is me anymore, Am I pretty now? You said I needed to lose some weight, Well i have, now I'm anorexic, Am I pretty now?
Run
Your breathing is ragged. Your lungs are on fire. Your body is exhausted, but you continue.
When you're a child
"Skinny isn't beautiful; curvy is."
CRUMBLE CRUMBLE CRUMBLE
Me.
I see the image I despise my reflection I can't be pretty
Size 0..next..1..next.. 2..next..3 ..next.. 4..5.. wait wheres the rest?
The bones they scream in volumes that grow I hear them begging to show They want to press pass the barriers They want me to learn “no” It scares me as much as it thrills me To take it all in and see
the mirror reflects my image i see all flaws no light am i really like this is this what others see?
A pasted on smile, stretched over bleached white teeth Perfect skin, clean and bright Perfect body, toned, tanned, and fit Perfect hair, straighted and dyed THESE are robot girls, ripped from glossy pages.  
when you look at me what you see darskin ,brown eyes and sandy brown hair\ do see a big smile, with dark lips someone thats not that tall but stand so tall and proud all the time
You're the desert that's been saved for the end. You're the girl whose will won't bend. You're the girl with a huge heart, Who people will look at and want to be apart. You're a blessing that's yet to give,
It all started one day she got threatened, got made to do something she didn’t want to do thought it would get better, but no, it stayed the same
  We wish upon a shooting star, just to change who we are   Gaze among the stars so bright, just so we can see the light  
I don’t know much about the world, economy, politics and what not I didn’t know about slavery or racism at all for that matter I didn’t know about Martin Luther King’s dream and how the conquest for Civil Rights
Mirrors and mind contort what I see, Skinny and thin is what I must be; 86 pounds just isn’t enough, Starving myself is going to be tough.
I force down another bite Pack on another pound My friends push me to the edge “You’re pretty, but much to skinny.” So I eat and eat and eat Not because I’m hungry But ashamed of what I’ve become
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