this is the way it has to be.
though im ever shaky and fatigued,
i do this in hopes of perfection.

but id rather feel weak,
id rather struggle,
than give up this control.

there is power in what i am doing,
there is strength with each meal i skip.
there is joy in hunger.

this time im not giving in.
i will continue to suffer,
because after all is not beauty pain..

or pain beauty?