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The Beast!

“… But we could…”

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Skinny is not all it’s cracked up to be. I know you think it’s what you want right now- your head is trying to convince you thin is equivalent to happiness, confidence, freedom. There’s no freedom in this disease. No smiles, no incredible self esteems. We’re all broken, and we continue to crack and crumble. Your hair becomes straw, falling out effortlessly. Your skin becomes ghostly, jaundice even. Your cheeks and cute chin grow hair from hormone imbalance and malnutrition (it’s called lanugo). Even after becoming physically healthier, the doctor tells me I’ve fractured my sacrum. From running and walking. Two weeks later and I’ve been experiencing a sharp pain in the opposite side of my body at my hip. From just being alive, I suppose. I type this as I sit in a dentist office, my tooth decided to fall out this weekend. What’s calcium? My body doesn’t know. I’m falling to pieces, still. Every day, apparently. Skinny is not all it’s cracked up to be. anorexia is not beautiful.

That Prove Ghosts Actually Exist

JD