don't tell me you understand.

don't tell me you understand what it's like to see yourself in the mirror ten times bigger than you actually are.

don't tell me you understand what it's like to be hungry all the time.

don't tell me you understand what it's like to lie to your mother and say, "yeah, lunch was good mom. thanks."


don't tell me you understand what it's like to constantly lie and say, "I'm not hungry."

don't tell me you understand what it's like to cry yourself to sleep every night because you're disgusted with your own body.

don't tell me you understand what it's like to constantly be questioned about your eating habits.

don't tell me you understand what it's like to be leaning over the toilet coughing up your last meal.