'Just eat, just eat,' they say to me,
As if it's the solution, the key to be free.
But for me, it's not that simple, you see,
Each meal brings anxiety, each bite feels like a plea.

'Just eat, just eat,' I try to comply,
But the voice inside me is too loud to deny.
It tells me I'm not good enough, too big,
And the only way to feel better is to purge and dig.

'Just eat, just eat,' it's not that easy,
When my illness is a monster, a part of me.
It's a cycle of binging and purging, a vicious game,
And it's not something I can fix or tame.

'Just eat, just eat,' I wish it were true,
That I could do it with ease, like others do.
But my illness is a battle, a war,
And the scars it leaves run deep, right to the core.

So please, don't judge, don't criticize,
Just listen, understand, and empathize.
'Just eat, just eat,' may seem like a simple command,
But for me, it's a complex struggle, hard to withstand.