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Dear Best Friend, Yes, It’s hard to accept that you have a problem; A disease. But you already understand what’s wrong, and we know you like the attention it gets you. You know how it makes us feel. Your friends, your partner; of course we’ve realized by now. How can we not when that’s all you talk about? Even when it’s not coming out of your mouth, I can see it in your eyes. You have the eyes of a wounded deer, Oh, and if you look further, you can see the hunter in there, Bloodthirsty, just admiring those bullets Made of cold, empty, hungriness. You have an entire blog dedicated to spreading your unhappiness. I’ve seen the background of your phone; some random girl looking like a delicate feather Eager to disappear with only a slight gust of wind. So many diets I’ve lost count. I mean, who could be able to track what you’re eating now? You change your diet every week, maybe every other day. Binging, starving, then throwing up the nothingness you’ve been harboring for the past few hours. You laughed it off when you told me your nails turned blue “Happens sometimes, y’know?” No, actually, why would I know that? You say if you seek help they’ll force food down your throat, That if you don’t want change it won’t happen. They can’t force change, but they can show you what you’re doing is ruining Your teeth, your hair, your nails, your eyes, Your body; You. Isn’t that the opposite of what you want? Your path towards stereotypical perfection is ruining everything realistically perfect about you. When we try to help, all you do is laugh and change the subject. This isn’t a joke. You have a problem that can’t be solved with a laugh and an eye roll. And you know that. And you love that.