When my bones were
prominent, people loved me.
I received so many compliments;
“ You're so thin! ” “ I wish I was as skinny
as you! ” “ Your
body is to die for! ”
And they made me feel good, until I looked in the mirror. And
realised I was still fat.
My bones became more prominent, and gradually, people did not
love me any more.
“ Aren't you hungry?!
” “ You should
eat...” “
You're like a stick - it's gross! ”
I did not care, because I finally felt thin and feeling thin, to
me, was feeling good.
I continued to feel good until one day I remembered when people
still loved me.
I remembered feeling good because others felt good for me, I
remembered
“ Your body is to die for!
”
and I realised that I was, in fact, dying for my
body.
