no one ever asked me if i has an eating disorder. no one ever asked why i didn’t eat in public or why i claimed to be full yet i hadn’t eaten in 24 hours. no one asked because my friends were doing the same. cutting down on calories, going sugar free. isn’t that healthier? but we didn’t do the diet amounts, we did days without food and meals consisting of cracker crumbs. we lied together about eating and twisted lies like cinnamon swirls in raisin bread. we smiled and said thank you to the waiter for our water. and our smiles were so blinding, that we weren’t questioned for our meal choice. (one salad between four girls) and i think i know why no one asked me if i had an eating disorder: almost every other girl does too.
Perfectly Imperfect Me 