No one even suspects me of having an eating disorder because I’m still fat. I get praised for the pounds I’ve shed. No one ever asks how it’s done though. I don’t eat anymore, or at least I try not to. Sometimes I give in to the filthy temptation of food. I indulge then I begin to feel grotesque. Completely and utterly.. disgusted. I used to want to be a chef and experience all flavors and delicacies. But now I loathe every thing about food. It’s turned me into this hideous monster I see whenever I glance in the mirror. It has become my worse enemy, other than myself. No one around me understands my obsession to be thin. They tell me, “You look great the way you are.” But I know it’s just lies to protect my feelings. I want to be that girl that turns heads, steals your breathe away. Not the one you whisper about how overweight and ugly she is…