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I love fasting. I love the empowerment. I love feeling like it's NATURAL not to eat. I love how everything feels within your power, and how it shadows every negative because you are holding on to that one little dirty secret and triumph, 'I have not eaten. I do not need food.'
I love the first day; completely abstaining from food. Everything that seemed horrible just a day prior suddenly seems a little more within your reach.
I love the feeling of being cold all over, like I don't have enough fat to keep me warm...to feel the chill of my fingers on my cheeks.
I love feeling feeble and small, like a small porcelain structure cocooned in a slew of clothes.
I LOVE looking like I am suffering. Pale. Dark circles under my eyes.
I have to do homework. More tomorrow...much more.
I love the first day; completely abstaining from food. Everything that seemed horrible just a day prior suddenly seems a little more within your reach.
I love the feeling of being cold all over, like I don't have enough fat to keep me warm...to feel the chill of my fingers on my cheeks.
I love feeling feeble and small, like a small porcelain structure cocooned in a slew of clothes.
I LOVE looking like I am suffering. Pale. Dark circles under my eyes.
I have to do homework. More tomorrow...much more.