Sulk.
124lbs. 56kgs. 1984oz. I am weight. All I can do is weigh myself down. When I look in my reflection,
I recoil. I snarl back into my own eyes. Pretending just for a moment that, I’m someone other than my disgusting features.
Yet I cant see that reflection in the food that stares back at me when I put it in my fat fucking face.
When will I stop? I want to be thinner, I want to starve, I want to swim in the threads of my clothing that once clung to me, though they feel tighter still.
“tomorrow!” Id say. With determination that doesn’t even last the night. This time isn’t any different. “Though well find out won’t we?” Id say, before i start the day.













