I used to drown myself in meal replacement shakes and fat burning capsules, on the off chance that I would disintegrate into skin and bone.

I spent so long with my head down a toilet bowl, the smell of bleach became sort of comforting, it wrapped it's arms around me, I was home.

On the days I saw black and I crumbled to the ground, I remember that I would get back up and feel proud.
Congratulations, you're one step closer to disappearing without a sound.

Sometimes I want to drape chocolate wrappers around my shoulders, just so I can remind myself that dairy milk is not a crime.

But today I will bury the skeletons of my late night rendezvous at the bottom of my trash, so that I forget about the secret love affair I had last night.