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Adam and Eve

Prologue

Wake up. Pop pills. Consume 20 gallons of water. Go about the day without passing out. Convince everyone you're just tired if you stumble. Go home. Vomit. Cry. Sleep.

Welcome to my world. A world of vanity. A world of comparison. A world of judgement. A world of starvation.

The face smiles while the mind howls in sadness. The mind compares the body to the others. The stomach begs to be fed while the mouth stays locked shut. The throat burns and yearns to be soothed after years of being bathed in acid. The eyes jest the mind, making the skin appear thicker than in reality. The nose learned to control itself around morsels. The skin is remarkably pale, thin, and shrunken tightly around the bones. The teeth are fairly worn from coats of acid and haven't sliced through food in years. The ears zero in on the judgement of others on the body.

"She's too skinny," they say.

But there's more to me than just my illness. A trait that scares me more than dying of starvation.