Who needs food when you have cigarettes.
The satisfying burn at the back of your throat.
0 calories, 100% control.
Just how you like it.
Who needs food when you have tumblr.
Scrolling through skinny, boney, perfect girls.
Crying.
Hating yourself more than you thought possible.
You weren't hungry anyway.
Who needs food when you have clothes that don't fit.
Everything is getting too big.
You love it.
It fill you with pride to drop a whole dress size.
Your finally shrinking.
Who needs food when you want to be perfect.
You need to be perfect.
And food is anything but.
YOU ARE READING
My sad poetry that no one will read✌🏻️
PoetryLeaving this book up as a reminder of how far I've come. Pro recovery, recover or die, it's not worth the pain and suffering. You are deserving of food, you are deserving of life and you are loved. If everyone who read this book is anorexic, statis...
