Status: Fin
Killing Purple
Broke our mirrors
Dylan. Dylan. Dylan. Dylan. Why was it so easy to feel myself yesterday? I was fine, I ate food. I wasn't fat.
I threw my phone across my room. Colin had called seven times since two o'clock. I couldn't stand to hear his voice, not when I couldn't be me.
The scale had to be lying, 101.2? 101.2 was unacceptable. I'd achieved 100, I was so skinny when I was 100 pounds. I was beautiful, I was pretty, I was perfect. Why couldn't I still be that?
I made myself throw up, hoping the food I'd ate from yesterday hadn't already been digested. Jumping in the shower, I shaved all my body hair off, turned off the cold water, and tried to sweat out all the extra weight I had on my body.
When I was done, I pulled the scale back out again. 100.9.
The corners of my mouth turned up and I realized I was in control of my body. I could do whatever the fuck I want with it.
I threw my phone across my room. Colin had called seven times since two o'clock. I couldn't stand to hear his voice, not when I couldn't be me.
The scale had to be lying, 101.2? 101.2 was unacceptable. I'd achieved 100, I was so skinny when I was 100 pounds. I was beautiful, I was pretty, I was perfect. Why couldn't I still be that?
I made myself throw up, hoping the food I'd ate from yesterday hadn't already been digested. Jumping in the shower, I shaved all my body hair off, turned off the cold water, and tried to sweat out all the extra weight I had on my body.
When I was done, I pulled the scale back out again. 100.9.
The corners of my mouth turned up and I realized I was in control of my body. I could do whatever the fuck I want with it.
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Yeaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah.