you asked me who i am,

and so i answer,



“i am anorexic”:



a skinny little bitch,

a crazy, immature, vain

little girl;

obsessed with looks,

striving for perfect beauty…



…or so they say.



but i know,

i am faintly aware of

who i am…



a mangled mind

ripped apart from

its malnourished, wrecked body

and brimming with

contradictions.



twisting from all the

lying hiding sneaking around,

the anorexic:



the master of deceit,

the thief of trust,

the magician of deception,

an artist skilled in painting careful

pretty little lies.



anorexic:



looking in the mirror,

seeing the bones popping out…

“notmenotmenotme”…



turning around and around and around

in this crazy carousel nightmare,

refusing to believe;

deny, deny, deny that

this is me…



…i am anorexic.