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i know this isn't a photo etc, and copy right things aswell, but this is what one of my mates wrote and he said i could post it up here, it's a very touching piece and hopfully it'll help some people out there to see what other people are going through

anorexia nervosa -

Roll up Roll up to see the freak of the show.
 Her fraudulent smile and prominent bones,
A walking corpse, withiout any needs,
 Just an apple a day and the air she breathes.
Come one and all to see how smoothly she lies,
 To cover her sickness from unseeing eyes,
The fairy's still dancing within the decay but,
 Her body cant take all the constant betrayal.
The glow of the embers, as wind blows to feed,
 The flame of temptation that runs through her veins,
The symtoms of hunger so hard to define,
 Because one things for certain, it's all in her mind.
As she hears the voices, so softly at first,
 Before screaming so loud, that all her head hurts,
Assured they correct, and never control,
 She listends intently and thinks what she's done.
How fat she must look, after all she has ate,
 And how good she would feel if she didn't give in,
So she closes the cupboard, along with her mind,
 Slumps into her room and closes her eyes,
She pulls up her blanket, and tries to keep warm,
 But she wont sleep tonight cause her body is wrong.
She looks in the mirror, and the thing that she sees,
 So horribly disgusting & madly obese,
She can feel all the fat, that covers her skin,
 She runs to her scales and the room starts to spin.
The pattern continues, for months without end,
 Before waking to find that shes lost her best friend,
She'd pushed her away, her attitude crashed,
 And noone needed the excess stress.
Alone with a hunger, to feed or to fight,
 But finds solace elsewhere, in the form of a knife,
The blood and the tears, the pain and release,
 The scars that remain beneath the bracelets she keeps.
Soon everyones looking and some even stare,
 So she's taken away and placed into care,
The white sterile hallways the beep of machienes,
 The liquidized protiens pumped into their veins.
The facts they told her, through their forked devil's tongue,
 How three out of ten, anoretics die young,
But she doesnt believe them, and nor does she care,
 How can she die, when theres fat everywhere.
And at last she collapses, and nobody sees,
 She lands in a world where there is no more dreams,
No longer an alice, no yellow brick road,
 Theres a white light, thats fading, and theres no coming home.