It is feeling your heart race when they bring out your food.

It is wanting to scream NO when they tell you to start.

It is crying because you don't get to choose how you treat your own body.

IT is me.

It is always being cold because you don't have fat to keep you warm.

It is being afraid of water, a necessity to life, because it'll make you bloat.

It is running until you can't breath because that cookie had 142 calories.

IT is me.

It is not wanting to stop because that guy you like called you cute.

It id not seeing the danger because you'd rather be dead and happy.

You're not happy.

You never will be happy.

You're skin is so tight to your bones you can't even smile yet you call this happiness.

It has taken over your life.

It has become you.

You are it.

I am it.

IT is me.

I am anorexia.

I spend everyday scared of what meals I'll be forced to eat.

I plan my social interactions around whether or not I will have to eat.

I let it ruin my life.

I lost.