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all of the kings horses and all of the kings men
         couldn't put my heart back together again
                   an eye on all my horses
         you've slept with all my men
         i'm never gonna get it together again.

Dear Ana,
I know I'm undeserving,
But please,
Grant me the willpower to turn down food,
Give me the strength to ignore my hunger,
Help me be what you want me to be,
Help me be perfect,
So I can be loved.
 
They always say they're concerned about me, about my health, when all they want to do is control me. They want to pin me down and force-feed me with lies, with what they call
love. Like prisoners everywhere, all I have left is the power to refuse.
 
 
 
 

You’re looking skinny like a model with your eyes all painted black. You just keep going to the bathroom always say you’ll be right back. Well it takes one to know one, kid, I think you’ve got it bad. But what’s so easy in the evening, by the morning's such a drag.

"Lie to me,
Convince me that I've been sick forever.
And all of this,
Will make sense when I get better.
I know the difference,
Between myself and my reflection.
I just can't help but to wonder,
Which of us did you love.
So I bleed, I bleed,**

You will be tempted quite frequently, and you will have to choose whether you shall enjoy the twenty minutes or so that you will be consuming empty calories, whether you will cordially despise yourself for two or three days for lack of willpower.
 
One day I will be thin enough. Just the bones, no disfiguring flesh. Just the pure, clean shape of me, bones. That is what we all are, what we're made up of and everything else is just storage, deposit, waste. Strip it away, use it up.
 
Quod me nutrit, me destruit. (That which nourishes me destroys me.)
 
Why can't they realize my strength, how much it's taken to make so little of myself?
 
It's simple: you decide once and for all that you aren't going to eat, and there is no further decision to make.
 
I do eat normally; I eat only what is necessary for survival. I can't help it that we live in a piggish society where gluttony is the norm, and everyone else is constantly stuffing themselves.
 

when the light hits me, I don't leave a shadow behind.

Thin is a skill.

i  am not starving myself; I am perfecting my emptiness.

Let Your Bones Define The Beauty Of Your Body

"And you're my obsession / I love you to the bones"

 

I found this poem on someone's site. I am unsure of who wrote it. If it was you please contact us so we may give you proper recognition for your exquisite writting.


Bones are beautiful
My drug of choice
Striving for perfection
Mom and Daddy look
It's ur little girl
Starving for attention
too much on my plate
Things that I can't face
Starving for attention
I can't be myself
The mirror tells
Lies and says I'm ugly
Am I really here?
I cut my skin
It takes a knife to find me
I can't make me feel
So now I have to bleed
Hungry empty
Lost in her pain
She can't tell you
So she slowly fades away
Mom and Daddy look
It's your little girl
Dying for attention
Too much on her plate
Things that she can't face
Starving for attention
Craving your attention
She's dying for your attention

Calories can't make you happy.