There is a little demon within me. It may sound insane, but it’s true. Every time I look in the mirror, the little demon talks to me. She tells me I'm not good enough, that I'm worthless, and no one could ever like someone so ugly. When I go to try on clothes the little demon starts talking to me again. Telling me, I'm such a fatty and that I'm repulsive to look at. I hate that little demon. I hate it so much I tried to change its mind by changing myself. I went into the bathroom and grabbed my toothbrush.  I knelt down by the toilet and stuck the toothbrush down my throat. Out came the food and the liquids it tasted bad and the stomach acid burned my throat, but I didn’t care because I could hear the little demon cheering in the back of my head. I felt a glint of hope maybe if I changed the demon would leave me alone. I become consumed and obsessed with changing myself. Although I would eat very little I would make myself throw up two times a day. And every time without fail the little demon would cheer me on. I would work out till I was exhausted and my body screamed in pain, but I didn't care because the little demon was slowly starting to fade away. I started using proactive and my face became clear. But the little demon came back and started to torture me again. My clothes started to hang to lose and my hair started to thin. And although I was skinny and my skin was clear the little demon still mocked me and laughed at me. Hopelessness crept over me. I went to the bathroom and started to cry tears streaming like a river down my face. Then I looked up at the mirror my tear streaked face stared back at me. And in that moment in horror, I noticed something that I had never noticed before the little demon that had I had been consumed with for years was me.