The food screams my name but i say no! no no! i will not eat today! i cant let the numbers on the scale go up only down. theres demons over my shulder twinty four seven yelling at me lie after lie, YOUR NOT GOOD ENOUGH! YOUR UGLY AND FAT! YOUR WORTHLESS! i just want to screem back, I HEAR YOU, I BELIEVE YOU! I DONT NEED YOU TO TELL ME THE MIRROR DOES A GREAT JOB AT THAT! i am reminded everyday im not good enough. i cant eat because i cant have you. the pain i feel is so real, its too real that it tears me apart, just like my stomic is from purgeing my body from food time after time. my heart feels like its going to stop any secound but i must go on untill the day i am good enough for you.
