The delicious hunger fills me up with hollowness and pleasurable pangs, confusion centers my mind and dizziness gives me strength. Eat my feast of salad and daintily slam a gallon of water, oops to much, better pay homage to my god and sacrifice my meal. So weak after my offering, I had better run a mile. Aching knees tell me that I'm winning this game. Up all night pacing with wild thoughts and jitters sleep is for the weak. Throat so raw I can hardly speak, silence is my ally and works better than the lies.
I've finally come to realize that I've wasted far too much time trying to achieve society's notion of the perfect female form and that who you are can never be defined by the reflection found in your mirror.
I fell for the dangerous Kimkins diet scam which brought me alarmingly close to anorexia and opened my eyes to eating disorders.