I used to think there was nothing a warm soak couldn't cure. But this feeling of disgust Wont seem to leave me. I am beautiful. Somewhere, deep under this trans fat comforter that we call skin. I ate a slice of cake today. Cake that I made in a hurried mess just so i could feel as though things were a little more homey in this house. Cake that i want to throw up. And now, I can! Moving from that one bedroom apartment into this 3 bedroom 2 bath miracle has done me wonders.  You can't hear what anyone's saying in the other room. You can't hear purging, or the addictions of an anorexic. The fountain of a belimic. I can finally indulge in the skinny I need.

I haven't made much progress. It's been about a week of one meal a day and I've lost nothing.

It's time to cut down even more I guess.

I never want to get this weight again. Ever.

I will forever embrace this eating disorder. Anything to be thin.

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