Anorexia Got the Girl

She looks in the mirror

She hates what she sees

Only 58lbs 

Then she falls to her knees

So weak

So tired

So little 

So thin

She thinks to herself

I need to get better again


I can't 

I mustn't

I won't 

Maybe I will


Maybe I won't




  • Renzi

    Never ending battle. I hear you 💓

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