Anorexia is the most deadly mental disorder and maybe that is why I tell myself I am fat, maybe the reason I cry when I look in the mirror is because there is 110 pounds too much of me 95 pounds too much of me 80 pounds too much of me, I will not be content until there is no weight left to lose, until this skin is turned cold and falls off my body, I will be counting the ribs you can see on my corpse. I will make myself smaller and smaller and smaller until there is nothing left to take away.
Recovering from one thing only to acquire another. I feel I am predisposed to self-sufficient melancholy.