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May 2015
Hip bones protruding like jagged rocks at the bottom of a cliff.
Collarbones like the bones of a turkey carcass after thanksgiving dinner.
Ribs showing so much you could play them as you would a xylophone.
Wrists so thin they are likes apple cores.
"You should eat more" people have said.
What they didn't know is I ate like a starving animal that was given a years worth of food for the first time.
I stuff my face full of food hoping I will gain another pound.
Going to the doctors is just disappointment waiting to happen.
You go for a checkup and when they weigh you, you find out you weigh 106 pounds.
Last time you went you were a 105.
It's been 6 months if stuffing your face full of food for 1 pound.
Chocolate cakes, chips, and other foods that would usually make someone gain weight made me gain one pound.
I am now 120 pounds. It's been 1 and a half years.
You are proud.
You gained the weight.
Your hip bones like rocks at the bottom of a cliff when the tide is high,
Your collar bones like the thanksgiving turkey that isn't quite finished yet.
Your ribs are no longer an instrument.
Your wrists are the apple that only had a few bites taken.
You are happy.
Bijou
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