Anorexia was my body language
saying I am fragile, handle me with care.
An illusion I felt protected by
as a good girl who had learned
to show the other cheek
and not how to protect myself.
If someone forced themselves on me
I'd freeze.
I got a tiny bit attention that way, though. Anger from my dad and many years later worry from my mum when I had become very thin. It did not help because they did not ask why or what they could do to help. They kept on living their life with blinders on.
I am not a child anymore. I just thought I would share in case someone can relate. My suggestion is: Do not think you are unworthy or flawed just because they don't give you attention. It is not you, it is them who are flawed. Find someone who have attention to give, heal your wounds with the love and care about yourself and others.