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As she lay down on her rock hard bed, her ribs stuck out like the wings of a blackbird. When she breathed in and out she feel the outline of her rib cage, and she lay there not knowing what to do next. She knew she should have eaten lunch today; remembering the warm, delicious, smell of the food. But that went away when she remembered one true fact. People where starving out there. And if they couldn't, then why should she? But there was another reason. The truth was she liked torturing herself. She liked the fact that it almost made her cry when she did the 100 something crunches every night. And she even liked it when she intensely tortured herself; remembering her grandfather dying and people she loved but would never have. Was it that she really intended to hurt herself or was it something more? Was it some that influenced her? Was it something she had become? (No.), she thought sadly. It was one word that made her so angry. That made her burst out into tear. Anorexic.