I am not sick because I'm diseased.
In fact, because I am sick, I am not diseased.
What is twisted is actually straight.
What is right is actually wrong.
I am hungry, so I do not eat.
I am fat because I eat too much.
The scale is the only person telling the truth
The people telling the truth are the people lying to me
My brain is on my side
And my brain is against me
When you struggle with your self it makes struggling to eat a lot easier.
Maybe I won't hate me if I'm not full.
Maybe if I don't take up the whole room I won't draw more attention to myself.
These thoughts that most people declare as diseased have twisted in my head so much that I know that I am not sick enough, to be sick.