'No more, thank you'As she piles my plate high'Mum, I’m not hungry'That’s my favourite lie
'No more,' I sayInto hurt and worried eyes'When did you last eat?'I don’t want to reply
'No more, I’m fine'Yet on these words, I stumbleAs I try to hideMy starving stomach’s rumble
'No more,' I cryI’m tired of the lyingNo one will believe meBut I swear that I am trying
'No more,' I begMy words become loudBut I can still hear AnaShe says I make her proud
'No more,' I pleadIt shouldn't be like thisAna, can't you see?My life before, I miss
No more, AnaThe number may get lowerBut I just feel biggerThough my heart, it beats slower
'No more,' I shoutI cannot cope much longerI feel frail and weakAna promised I’d feel stronger
No more, enough!I want my family and friendsAna took them from meBut now this has to end
No more! No more!It’s time for me to liveOne day I’ll be happyI have so much love to give
P.S. I would encourage anyone struggling to come forward and talk about their problems because nobody can help if they aren't aware. Remember that you are beautiful and that your body deserves to be nourished.
Completing my A levels was hard. I soon became obsessed with revision and control, not feeling like I had ever done enough or was enough.
I’m breaking up with you.
We’re done. We’re through.
You have to learn how to live again and, like with any lessons, you often have to fail to learn the best way or the right way...