Don’t call me that,
The harsh judgement in your tone.
Don’t use it as an excuse,
Oh she can’t help it, she’s anorexic.
Don’t separate me from everyone else,
Isolate me due to our differences,
Don’t stop and stare and whisper,
Don’t give me names,
Don’t stare me down,
Don’t treat me any different.
I’m just like you.
Don’t snigger as I mull over meals,
Each bite painful.
Don’t tease me when I’m down,
Don’t judge before you know me,
‘The anorexic girl’
Don’t call me selfish,
We all have struggles,
Mine are just expressed differently.
Stare instead into my hollow eyes,
The girl scared to exist,
See that I want love and support,
Like any other.
See my open arms ready to give,
See the hope in my eyes,
The smile trying to escape,
Help me be me.
Anorexia, now that is an illness.
But there is a girl,
And there is her illness,
They are not bound together.
There is no anorexic girl.