thanksgiving.

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an anoretic's worst nightmare yet greatest wet dream.

on the one hand, the food. ooooh the food. it's all there, steaming hot, laid out for you like a Roman feast. but you can't have any of it. NONE. and the stress of explaining - the fear that you will stick out. why don't they believe that the two celery sticks you had filled you up so you can't eat anything? or that yes, every year on thanksgiving you get a massive headache and have to go lie down.

but at the same time....

the power. the fucking power. the heady feeling of superiority. i'm too good for that shit. look at all those assholes, stuffing their faces, it's disgusting. i'm better than that. my body is better than that. my mind is stronger than yours.

so there.

starving + bleeding