Question

My clothes a mess on my bedroom floor,
A hunger in me I can’t ignore,
When was the last time I dared to eat?
Three, four days? No defeat.

The mirror spits back in cruel disgust,
Too much flesh, too much trust,
The weaker I grow, the stronger I seem,
I’m twisted but the idea lures me in like a dream.

Each skipped bite gives me control,
The small victory swallows me whole,
Why do I see bones but still feel so fat,
Just stop eating you ungrateful little brat.

But then I hear it, loud and deep,
A craving that grows, a secret I keep,
The thought of food soft as a hug,
Comfort laced with a poisonous drug.

I count the hours, I count my flaws,
Trace every inch with deadly claws,
Yet my hunger screams, too much to bear,
A cloud of shame fills the air.

Craving. Dying. I lose the fight,
And drown in guilt again tonight,
I eat and eat till my stomach wins,
A short lived comfort soaked in sins.

Why can’t I be like the other girls,
With their tiny bodies, cute little twirls,
A body I hate, a reflection I despise,
I wipe the tears away and continue the lies.

Answer 1

WWWW

Answer 2

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