Sun, 27 Apr 2008 04:26:42 GMT

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.

I just want to break you down so badly.