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It is  a painful process, one of doubt and  resistance 

But  because it matters, 

It  is easy  for me to give in 

I would be dishonest if I  said  that 

There is a distinction between letting go and  giving  up 

The  need to  be  smaller  is stronger than everything  else 

I could never understand  the mindset of someone who  believes 

Cravings  are uncontrollable  and it is okay to feed the soul every once and a while 

At some point in my distant past, I  uncovered the truth  that 

I  am food  deprived, but there is no value in  that 

Once upon a time I was a person  who told herself 

I  would  sustain  a healthy lifestyle, one of balance  between  control and  freedom 

In my dreams and in the  future  I  wish for, 

My appearance  would be  like that of a  porcelain  doll 

There is nothing appealing a bout a life  where 

I  have  blemishes, pores,  and  acne 

It is perfectly fine  that  

I  lost the girl I used to  be 

Only when I became nothing,  but  the broken bones of a frail picture frame  did I  realize 

Achieving a delicate  figure  is  the true meaning of  success 

A bitter taste lingers on my mouth when I say that 

Inner beauty is the most important  of  all 

Clothes growing tighter  prompt  that 

Something  is  wrong 

Constantly feeling cold  signifies 

Nothing special  anymore 

When I lose weight,  it  is 

Like  becoming  a fairytale princess, finally finding her happily ever after 

To me,  enjoying the journey  is 

Wasting precious time 

Exchanging  my basic features for  doll-like proportions  truly is 

What my body needs  

Rest assured  I  will always listen to  

Corrupted thoughts revolving in my head, fueled by hate and  disgust 

The opinions of another  gradually transformed into 

Everything I need, the oxygen that I survive on

Even with all the admiration in the world I would still  be 

Empty inside, hollow like the inside of  a  glass jar 

Hunger is the way my body proves I  am 

Bettering myself for the greater good 

Though in  the quiet of my mind, I  can  still  focus on 

Missing pieces, parts of me that might never be fixed 

In my heart, I feel the emptsilhouette  of what used to  be 

The key to living  a life  of  contentment 

retain 

What is  needed for society’s  conventional “success”, but 

I have learned that those do not  produce 

Confidence  and true satisfaction 

Look at me and you will find 

Someone who is guilty from eating  dessert 

I am  not 

Growing  and maturing  like  I  should  be. 

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