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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