Something is wrong.

People only know me,

Because I like to eat.

I wish they would know

That I eat what I couldn't.

I look in the mirror,

The girl staring back at me.

She looks just like me

But not like I've seen.

You tell me I'm thin,

You tell me I'm fit.

Yet when I look in the mirror,

all I see is it.

My stomach won't fit in jeans,

It goes over the sides.

My shirt is too big,

Yeah, that's why.

But I lift up the shirt,

All I see is flab.

What they told me were lies,

I'm not what they see.

I hear voices in my head,

They tell me I'm right.

I'm too fat for jeans,

My cheeks are too big.

My thighs rub together,

I don't deserve to eat.

Tell myself I'm not hungry,

The biggest lie ever seen.

I skip over a meal,

I skip over two.

It used to be easier,

Now I want to eat.

My body begs me for food,

I deny its request.

The voices are right,

Food is for sticks,

The people like me,

They don't deserve as much.

Now it's late at night,

Everyone's asleep.

I slip away and open the fridge.

I take a spoonful of frosting,

And want to vomit at it.

I don't like to eat,

My body won't budge.

But I'm starving,

Though I don't feel hungry.

I crave for some taste,

something other than water.

But as soon as it hits,

My body regrets.

My stomach protests,

The toilet is calling.

But I hate vomit,

I won't let it out.

Instead I cry.

I cry out in misery,

Telling myself: no mercy.

I wish it would stop,

The voices telling me,

That I should just die.

I tell them I won't,

I am too strong for them.

And when I look in the mirror,

I see the real picture.

Some pounds have been lost

Not the way they should have.

My waist, it looks thinner

But not necessarily prettier.

My arms look like sticks,

But my legs still stick.

I guess I'm not perfect,

But at least I get to eat.