i want to recover and eat like a normal human,
but i want that euphoric, empty feeling of when you’re fasting.
i want to feel as if i am floating in the air, my head in the clouds.
i want my legs to be stick thin, to see worry in people’s eyes.
i want to be cold every single day, despite the weather.
i want my ribs to be on display, like little piano keys jutting out.
i want collarbones and shoulder blades and hip bones oh so sharp.
i want skinny, and i will push myself to my limits every single day to get there. i will not go down without a fight.
musax