This is all I have now.: collar bones

I don’t know what it is about me, I don’t know what it is about my life… but it never fails to bring endless chaos. I try to be normal, I try to keep everything peaceful and calm.. but it’s almost as if I’m not allowed. When will everything, if only for a little while, go my way for once.

Just once. That would be nice.

Sometimes I tell or show people my scars. Some would call this attention seeking and you know what, they’re right. But after so many years of feeling so invaluable, invisible and tortured… I’m pretty sure I fucking more than deserve that attention!

“Respect yourself, put down the fork.”

This is forever. I will do whatever it takes. I want to be thin more than anything, even food...

One day I will be thin enough. Just the bones, no disfiguring flesh. Just the pure clear shape of me, bones. That is what we all are, what we're made up of and everything else is just storage, deposit, waste. Strip it away, use it up.

ou will be tempted quite frequently, and you will have to choose whether you shall enjoy the twenty minutes or so that you will be consuming excess calories, or whether you
will cordially despise yourself for two or three days, for your lack of willpower.

It's simple: You decide once and for all that you aren't going to eat, and then there is no further decision to make.

When I wake, I'm empty, light, light-headed. I like to stay this way, free and pure, light on my feet, traveling light. For me, food's only interest lies in how little I need, how
strong I am, how well I can resist, each time achieving another small victory of the will.

Like a plant, surely the body can be trained to exist on nothing, to take it's nourishment from the air.

When you coast without eating for a significant period of time, and you are still alive, you begin to scoff at those fools who believe they must eat to live. It is blatantly obvious to you that this is not true.

We turn skeletons into goddesses, and look to them as if they might teach us how not to need.

You've made a decision: you will NOT stop. The pain is neccessary, especially the pain of hunger. It reassures you that you are strong, can withstand anything.

You can learn to love anything, I think, if you need to badly enough. I trained myself to enjoy feeling hungry. If my stomach contracts, or I wake up feeling nauseated, or I'm light-headed or have a hunger headache, or better yet, all of the above, it means I'm getting thinner, so it feels good. I feel strong, on top of myself, in control.

In the body, as a sculpture, perfection is attained not when there is nothing left to add, but when there is nothing left to take away.

What the scale says is the most important thing.

Being thin and not eating are signs of true willpower and success.

Every time I have the opportunity to eat, I have the strength to refuse.

Giving in to food shows weakness, be strong and you will be better than everyone else.

Nothing seems to be, nothing tastes as sweet
As what I can't have

Failure is taking the path that everyone else does, sucess is making your own path.

Empty is pure. Starving is pure.

You've made a decision: you wont stop. The pain is necessary, especially the pain of hunger. It reassures you that you are STRONG, can withstand anything, that you are NOT a slave to your body, that you don't have to give in to it's whining.

For me, foods only interest lies in how little I need, how strong I am, how well I can resist each bite. Acheiving another small victory of the will. Each gain makes me stronger, purer, larger in my excersizes of power, until eventually I see no reason to eat at all.

I do eat: only what is needed for survival. I can't help it that we live in a piggish society where gluttony is the norn, and everyone else is constantly stuffing themselves.