AgainstAnorexia

Protruding bones look as though they'll tear through skin. Count the ribs. Feel the pointy hips. Hair so dull, falling out in certain places. Skin snow white. Bones all start to show. Face sunken in. Eyes no longer shining. This young girl looks like she's dying. Step on the scale, eighty-seven pounds. Fuck. Not again. Lose five more. Don't eat for two days. Jog for three hours, walk for one. Half hour break, let's keep going. Look at everyone talking behind my back. Probably all saying, "look how fat!" One day I'll be thinner than those perfect, skinny bitches. But right now I'm fat as hell. That little bump on m