These Bones Are Mine 1

@avolavit

Anorexic

I stand to the mirror Fat fat fat fat fat fat fat fat I stand on the scale Fat fat fat fat fat fat fat fat Are you hungry. No, I'm fine. Fat fat fat fat fat fat fat fat Wow you look skinny.

@newernew

Sick Skinny Bitch

Run run. 'Til fat drips off. Never slow. Never stop. Starve starve. 'Til your hands shake. And your hair falls out. And your insides ache. Binge purge. 'Til your throat burns. And your teeth chip.

@newernew

Disordered Eating

This is no disorder. At least, it's not for me. It's knowing thin's a lock on happiness. And that Ana's the only key. Ana is eight glasses a day. And two or three green teas. Ana is skin and bones.

@newernew

Mindless Addiction

"Just eat," you beg. Like it's that easy. As if I can take a mouthful. Without feeling queasy. Like an alcoholic to his liquor. Or a smoker to his smokes. I need emptiness in my gut.

@eivilduccy

Just a heads up, I do not have bulimia. I do not think it is a good idea and I do not recommend it. I just read a story and I felt inspired to write this. I can imagine it now.

@Ewe

Beautiful

Hey, tell me. Do I have a sick mind. Am I not healthy. The bigger the number is, the more disappointment I feel.

@thesebonesaremine

These Bones Are Mine2

December twenty second, 8:38 pm. Saturday night. I told them I couldn't hang out. I meant I didn't want to. I told them that I felt sick. I meant that I was dizzy from not eating all day.

@DarkPrincessGirl

Low Self Esteem.

Friends: You're so pretty and skinny. Guys: Ew, what is that thing. My face: Even surgery can't fix your ugliness. My thighs: Cut down on the bad food. My stomach: You eat to much.