There are voices that tell women they are not beautiful. This is a sad reality for thousands perhaps millions or could it be billions. Even those who do not suffer with an eating disorder. Those who love you wish that you could see yourselves through our eyes. I wrote this poem after my wife told me that the more weight a sufferer of anorexia loses the fatter she feels. Somehow the disorder nick named "ED" disguises itself in the guise of a friend. For the purpose of my poem I call the eating disorder "it"!