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Alone in her dark room. Hidden under the covers. She's scared, curled in a ball and crying. Desperately she wants it to stop. The raised voices from downstairs are so clear. She can hear her name come into it every now and again. She can't take it. Her fingers begin to trace the cuts on her leg. She's so desperate not to add to them, but the urge is coming again. It's been too appealing lately. This fucking low that she can't explain, that seems to go perfectly with the whole not-keeping-food-down thing. She's not doing it on purpose like they think. And she's so....thirsty. Something else she desperately wants to cut down on. “Just lik

You have become a stereotype Too much make up Blonde hair Big boobs And skirts that resemble belts Your long pointed nails And don't forget the fake bake You skip meals And record what you eat What happened to you? Didn't you say you'd never be like this? You fat cow! I don't recognise myself