(A/N: I've never experienced anorexia, this is just what I think it would be like. Survivors of anorexia are amazing people. Remember: you are amazing. Anyway, enjoy.)
I started to lose weight, a bit at a time.
I thought I could control it, that I would be fine.
(This probably won't rhyme, if it did it wouldn't be mine.)
One pound, then two, then three, then four,
I started to pay less attention in class.
Caring more about what I wore,
And I soon began to fast.
Five pounds, six pounds, seven pounds, eight.
I just wanted to disappear.
But my body I still did hate,
And gaining anything caused me fear.
Nine, ten, eleven and twelve,
Jogging all night and day.
All my homework, I did shelve:
I'd rather burn with ballet.
I lost, and lost, and lost, and lost, and lost,
I started to lose track.
The reality of this nightmare, I realized,
Is that there's no coming back.
But then my friends started to notice,
My parents and teachers too.
It was a hard path to recovery,
Saying otherwise would be untrue.
I've started to enjoy food again,
I'm certainly improving.
So if you lose a pound or ten,
Remember you don't ALWAYS have to keep moving.