I'm shaking because I'm cold,
now a feeling that's quite old.
"You'll get skinnier," I was told,
now with Ana and nobody to hold.
If I binge then I shall starve,
and draw in red upon my thigh.
On my thigh I will carve,
"You fucking fatass, just die!"
When I get a hunger urge,
If I give in...
I will purge,
and then get an estatic surge.
I don't want to eat,
and beat myself up with a bat.
I'm Vegan, no animal products, no meat,
and I refuse to be fat.
It causes me pain,
but to be thin I don't care.
It's weight I don't want to gain,
all day and night, it's what I think about with fright.
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