It never seemed like a problem.
To me it was normal.
Go on and smile.
I'd skip breakfast because no one ate breakfast.
It was cool to skip breakfast, something to brag about.
For lunch I'd have a fifth of what everyone else was having.
Then no one would look at me weirdly.
And dinner didn't matter because that I would throw up.
The hunger never faded but I got used to it.
It felt like a victory.
Time passed without me noticing.
I became nothing but the shell of the person I used to be.
I gave up.
My smiles were convincing so why try to get better?
I was sick and I accepted the sickness as a part of me.