Im Standing in front of my mirror. I smile as I examine my dark sunken eyes.
I slowly raise my hand to my face,
checking to make sure they match in size.
I run my long emaciated fingers through my hair and wince as a whole handful of broken strands comes out with my beautifully shaped hand.
I shake it of and move on.
My chin... No wider than my thumb is long. Perfect.
My neck is next I anticipate as I imitate strangulation and smile in relief when I see that I can interlock my fingers in strangulation position.
I take off my shirt.
My boobs have seemingly evaporated.
I dont mind.
I run my fingers ever so gently over my chest and count as I feel each rib pertruding through my almost translucent skin.
I go down further and put my hands around my waist. I measure two inches between my left and right hand.
I grin a little.
I grab on to my hip bones and feel the sunken skin around my belly.
I wrap my fingers around my thigh. And they touch.
The exact same measurment as my neck.
I pull my clothes back on and my whole skeletal existence lights up as they sag in all parts.
I say to myself...
It describes what you go through very well. yeah, some people may think its crazy, but they apparently have NEVER been there. anorexia is a disease, you dont choose it, it chooses you. anyways, you did great on the poem. :)
Hey i totally know what you are going threw and from the sounds of it you should stop,, i do not know you so i will not tell you what to do but if thats how skinny you really are then please do stop for yourself and the family and friends that you do have!! anyways very well written you really said how you felt
take care always