(no subject)
It’s an odd thing when you realize you’d rather starve yourself to death than puke your guts up until you heart collapses in on itself from the stress-until your teeth rot away and your breath stinks and your organs bleed and you can’t even stand up without blacking out. I’m a reasonable girl. I’m intelligent and I know much better. Perfection has its boundaries; however, boundaries and boundaries that keep stretching and stretching and trying to cover more ground in order to justify this thing I am doing to myself are hardly boundaries at all. Do I not feel worthy of myself and my health? It’s just this layer of fat covering me-this adipose tissue-that’s not necessary to my survival (unless one wants to delve into the obvious necessity provided by lipids that I do not wish to acknowledge) that is the cause of the pain. Human Anatomy I has done nothing but scare me, and meddling friends and loved ones have done little but aggravate me.
written by reconditedancer; found in PA.
written by reconditedancer; found in PA.