She was only 10 when a demon attacked her body. They broke her apart. This demon's name was anorexia. Her life fell apart. Her friends walked away, as fast as her weight loss. Her lowest was a 58. Frail body, pale skin, rotting hair. She was falling apart. Glorious life turned into waking up to hell. Eating was a fuss. She wanted to run away. She couldn't trust anyone. Not even herself. She lost her self control as the demon fully took over. She wouldn't eat for days. Her life was slipping by her quickly. She only felt pain. Nothing was worth it, only the thought of being skinny. Everything turned into a blur. She was tired. Her body craved food, while her mind craved forgiveness. Forgiveness of herself. Deep down inside she knew this wasn't right. "Why me?" She thought. She was falling deeper and deeper. She couldn't control herself anymore. Skinny took over her whole life. "No food." Said her brain.
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