I in no way support eating disorders. I wrote this poem on personal experience to let people know that someone out there understands and that you can beat this and you will! You are perfect the way you are!

Skinny, skinny, fat, fat
Confusion in the mind,
Never sure,
Always lost,
Bones that show,
but eyes that don't see these things.
The mirror that tells us a different thing.
You are bony,
they say,
but all you feel is flab,
not the skin that it really is.
The numbers keeping dropping on the scale,
but you won't stop until it reaches zero.
Not eating your body begs for food,
but your mind says no.
Crying at night when you can actually see your bone,
but the next day everything changes, and you wonder how you could've ever seen a skinny person looking back at you.
Each day the voices keep telling you to lose weight.
Every pound you lose doesn't make you feel better,
nor does the fact your clothes stop fitting.
How long will it take before you become nothing,
but bone?
Anorexia a serous mental disease,
but you must understand sometimes it isn't something you can see,
because really it's a mental thing,
a guilt of everything you eat and wanting to keep losing.
An Obsession that's hard to beat.