Anorexia Inc.
Anorexia Inc. 
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missrebeccaann I earned a Ph.D. in misplacing car keys
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This is a recurring theme for me. I write a lot about disease and illness because I work in the medical field. I absorb my enviroment and put it on paper. I am not anorexic, but have worked in mental health for many years and have witnessed how this disease can destroy a person along with thier inner circle. If you or someone you know is suffering from an eating disorder, please contact the National Eating Disorder Association at 1-800-931-2237 or visit thier website at https://www.nationaleatin....

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Anorexia Inc.

The mirror never lies. She’s my only friend, revealing only what my reflection understands Dysmorphia of my body, a twisted trunk of bones. The food has no thought to the dogma I condone.

My gastric acid sets in my gut it boils and stews. Nothing to digest, no absorption to diffuse. My duodenums empty, a vacant anatomic place. The enzymes will expire disappear without a trace.

My clavicle is sharp, a knife that cuts my veins. My ribs protrude out, under the skin, it starts to strain. The image in the glass I no longer recognize. She talks to me through a pair of sunken eyes.

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