The "You're Not Fat" Campaign

Tessa is being discharged today.

I am not.

I have been here for longer than her and she is being discharged before me.

It is so unfair.

I just want to go home.

I want to talk to Cassie and snuggle with Rick and fall asleep with the warm weight of my cat on my chest.

I don't want to stay in this cold claustrophobic psych ward anymore.

Suddenly I am filled with determination.

I need to accept the help they are offering no you don't yes I DO shut up.

After breakfast (I manage to eat an orange and a few bites of dry Special K), Tessa's parents arrive and they go and get her stuff out of her room.

Tessa approaches me.

"I'm leaving now," she says, her watery eyes gigantic in her narrow face. She leans in close. "I have a tumblr, follow me. My url is tinytessasbones."

Then she is gone.

I snort a little.

Like I'm actually going to follow her.

I'm done with thinspo.

I need to be done with thinspo.

My mind is so clean and clear right now.

I've said goodbye to Tessa and I need to say goodbye to Ana.