Anorexia

Anorexia, I don't know how it feels like.

But it won't be something good. Having to count the calories that you eat or just starve yourself, just to get any attention.

Truth is, no matter how long you stave yourself, or no matter how much weight you've lost, You'll still look in the mirror, with your bones sticking out, and still think that you're fat.

You need help, please, get help. Please eat.

Because you're beautiful, whoever you are. God made you for a reason, and that reason will never be to look like a walking skeleton.

You'll only look at yourself, thinking that you can and you must lose a few more inches at your thighs, Thinking that your tummy could've been flatter.

Don't you know that doing this, you're not going to be prettier, but you're just walking into and open grave, all by yourself.

Keeping yourself out from other people, because they would never understand what it feels like to be you, would make it so much more worst.

Don't turn a blind eye to your problem. Get help, things might be hard, but it'll get better.

Hannah