I lay on the bathroom floor, sobbing, the room filling with the scent of vomit. I didn't want to eat, but I was just so hungry. Having these thoughts made me feel dirty; so I stuck two fingers down my throat for the second time today; letting the chunks of my meal fall into the toilet. The voices in my head yell at me: What are you doing? Do you want to get even fatter than you already are?. It's torture. Nobody can see the yelling and screaming that takes place on the inside, just a fake smile. Hi, I'm Spencer. I'm 17 years old and I'm anorexic. This is my story.