Confession: I've been using

Actually, it's not an addiction.
However, that mirror is a source of suffering.

I used to be able to look in that mirror and see nothing amiss at all, but now I have nothing to show for it.

the need to be flawless,
It rips my body apart.
It appeared to be nothing at first, but it had a side effect.

I desired to be one of those girls that everyone admired.
However, the price was my body, not a tiny, lovely diamond jewel.

Whatever I did, it was never enough.
The meals skipped
roughed up my appearance.

Will it ever be worthwhile, though?
I ponder as I gaze.
My reflection in the mirror kept pleading with me to stop.

Standing on that scale started to become a nightly ritual.
And I was happy to see that the weight kept coming off.

I could see a thinning of my hair.
I could see my bones now.

Everything had changed.
The urge was beginning to triumph.

Nobody was ever made aware of the misery I was enduring or the pain I was putting myself through.

I no longer go without food, although I could if I wanted to.
It used to be a part of my life but is now simply a closed door.

Seriously, it's not an addiction.
However, that mirror is a source of suffering.