Anna-Rexia
Don't you think its normal,
To skip a meal or two,
I mean I'm not saying I don't eat,
But all my friends they do it too.
Sometimes I miss breakfast,
If I get up far too late,
Theres really no time have it,
Its been ten hours since I ate.
I can easily miss lunchtime,
It just takes practice you see,
I fill my stomache with water,
And so i don't get too hungry.
Dinner can be harder,
My parents tend to question,
So I wait til no-ones watching,
And throw up what I've eaten.
I've heard if your a smoker,
You don't eat half as much,
Perhaps I should try it,
Get my weight down a touch.
My little sister's chubby,
Boys bully her at school,
I just want their attention,
So when I walk past they drool.
When I look into the mirror,
I'm not happy with what I see,
I need to lose a few more pounds,
To look like the models in magazines.
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Not really my addiction as such, but an old friend of mine was hospitalised recently due to anorexia. She is 19 and was 6 1/2 stone. When I went to visit her she told me (somewhat proudly) how she managed to hide it from everyone, using the above techniques, and why she felt the compulsion to be thin.

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