Perfect, right?

I have the perfect life. 
Or at least that's what it seems like. 

I live in a family that gets along. 
I play sports and I'm good at them.
I get almost perfect grades in school. 
I have friends who love me. 
People have asked me out. 
I live in a beautiful house,
surrounded by woods.
I have two wonderful dogs 
and I love my mom more than anything.

My family has money.
We go on vacations every year.
I'm always smiling. 

Or at least, that's how it used to be. 

I started to hate myself. 
I took it out on my body. 
I thought it was the reason I was so unhappy. 
And I was happier for awhile,
until people caught me. 

I was sent to the hospital.
I might have been happier, 
but I was almost dead.

From there everything got worse and worse. 
I was brought back to life, 
but I was a completely different person now. 

Instead of wanting to be happy, 
I wanted to be skinny. 
And I was willing to  do anything to get there. 

My parents didn't agree with this though. 
They forced me to do the thing I was avoiding. 
But it's hard to force a stubborn, independent, teenage girl
to do anything they don't want to do. 

Our family fell apart, and I was left all alone. 
It was too late to change my mind, 
so I kept going, slowly getting worse and worse. 

How do I escape? 
People tell me it is possible, 
but I don't think it is.