Tough

A girl who doesnt like to think of herself as sick, but an illness, somthing she cant resist. Its hard when no one understands her, while she sits there and listens, to people commenting about her being so small. While they have no idea... That when she sits at a table with everyone she just pushes her plate away, but while she is alone she eats and she eats, she cannot stop, and then she throws up until she drops. All she sees in a mirror is imperfection. She takes a rozor, slit by slit, trying to get rid of the pain. It turned her into somthing she wasnt, feeling alone anddepressed all the time, and crying her self to sleep night by night. It seemed like her life was ending, while she forced a smile on her face, to make everyone think nothing was wrong, if only they knew she had been this way for so long. She doesnt know how it started... She doesnt know where or when... She is fighting a battle with bulimia, and all she wants to do is win.