So you want to be that skinny girl people just have to look at twice? That’s nice. Just too bad you won’t notice since you’re busy feeling guilty over those 20 cals you ate yesterday. You want to be skinny, because then you’ll be pretty? Yeah, it’s really pretty when your hair falls out and your nails fall apart. And yum, that greyish skintone is just so gorgeous. And not to mention all the bruises. You want to be the skinny friend? Too bad you pushed your friends away because they cared, because they tried to make you eat. But whatever, as long as your thin, right? You don’t need friends. And you’re different, you’ll be able to control this disorder. You can stop whenever you want. Except you can’t, since you’ll never be thin enough. But that’s okay, you’ll be so confident about yourself, I mean, the self-hatred just booooooosts your ego. You’ll be sooo happy and satisfied, when the hungerpains make you scream, you’re muscles are cramping and it feels like your bones are burning. And if you go crazy and try to eat, it’ll hurt so much you’ll wish you’d never been born. That’s just awesome, not be able to fall asleep, and if you do, not be able to stay asleep, even though you’re so tired you can barely remember your own name. That’s called insomnia. It’s just awesome. Whatever, you burn more calories if you’re awake. You can always exercise all night, except you’ll be too exhausted to move. And yeah, you won’t be able to exercise anymore, since you’ve got no energy. This is a few of the pretty things about anorexia. And I hope you’re good at lying and manipulate. It’s really funny lying to your family and/or friends every single day, if you’ve got any of them left. Good luck being anorexic. It’s so glamorous having an eating disorder.