Friday, October 29, 2010
I can't let go
There, I've said it. I can't let go of my eating disorder. I have no intention of doing so. Not until I have proved myself a good anorexic. Yes, I am aware of how silly that seems but I despise my body. I hate it with such a passion that it's quite sad actually. I just miss my old body. I miss thighs that don't touch and boobs that aren't there. I miss the chest bones and being able to see and count my ribs. I loved the bump bump bump of my lower spine now it's just the top.
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there's nothing left to prove, Karina, to yourself or anyone else. i mean, prove that you can die? we already know this, too well. Sick is sick, and you've been it way too long. give yourself time to try something better before you go back.
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