Once again,

I look in the mirror.

I turn around

To look at every inch.

This time something's different

I had not noticed before.

Look at my arms,

They're small and thin.

Look at my pants,

My belly is inside.

My thighs still rub,

But still not as much.

What happened to me?

Who is this girl

Looking back at me?

This is not me.

This is someone else.

I'm not this girl

Who looks like a stick.

My body,

It's begging.

Begging for food.

I'm starving, you know?

I haven't eaten enough.

I hadn't passed out

In nearly a year.

But the other day

I hadn't eaten well.

I went to go jump,

Five minutes had passed.

Suddenly my head

Felt heavy as heck.

My stomach was hurting,

I needed to puke.

But there was no food

For me to throw up.

My legs were giving out,

So was my mind.

I lay down a second,

Okay, maybe five.

Or perhaps it was minutes,

My mind is all blind.

I truly don't remember

How many times I lay down.

I don't know how long

I stood there on the floor.

But I wasn't passed out,

At least, not yet.

But is it really worth it,

All of this stuff?

I could have died,

Thankfully I didn't.

I think I look good,

I like my thin look.

But this is not normal,

I'm no longer healthy.

I'm hungry,

I'm starving.

I can no longer eat.

My body won't let me,

I'm scared I'll get fat.

Help me, please!

I don't know what to do.

I wish it would stop,

But I know it won't happen.

Just starve, I say.

It's the easy way out.

I cannot control this.

I just hope I won't die.