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2. Goodbye
by Lillian Birchall

I wish they all understood, the thoughts, the voices, the things running through my head day and night.

I understand it's nonsensical to the rational folk, to count nutrition facts and
scrutinize every inch of my body, yet I do it.

I can't stop. I'm addicted.

Just like I learnt to count calories and hate every inch of myself, unlearning to count and
hate is the hardest thing I have ever done.

I feel sick, I am sick, I make myself sick, I hate being sick, I'm done.

Goodbye anorexia.