Poem to uncover the secret weapons of Anorexia:
If Anorexia had a voice, I imagine it would be a raspy, deep and damaged, grumpy voice that would beliligerently annouce:
I am a silent, successful serial killer but I am rarely caught.
I have murdered many but have never done the time for the crime.
I start a fight I can not finish alone so I recruit the aching to do all the work for me.
When I suffer-I thrive. When the recruits go without, I gain.
I am only famous when I am ignored.
I am only satisfied in deprivation.
I never start the war but I recruit and train experts to defend and shelter me to the death.
I thrive in secret and streal every voice.
I am self-loathing and I love it.
Invisible is my ultimate goal, my magnificient promise and my desperate need!
Together we strive as valiant and brave, my recruit and I! I must stay invisible and my recruit must die to get there.