being sick sucks.

but at least people understand if you don't want to eat.

i dream of the "Great Unveiling." This is the day that i will shed my bulky sweater and emerge like a butterfly from her cocoon. i will be slimmer than a twig and decked out in dolce and gabbana and there will be an aura of light around me and all will ooh and ahh at the grand transformation.

This is the same dream i've had for 18 years. Maybe by the time i'm in a nursing home it will come true - except i will need a walker to emerge from my cocoon, and instead of D&G i'll be wearing orthopedic shoes.

they say i'm thin already, too thin. but it's not real. it's not the image from my dreams. i want to take people's breath away - nevermind i might lose my own in the process.

someday i will have to grow up and be a real adult. someday, not now though.

starving + bleeding