No dieting.

5 ashy fingers on each hand

remind me of what i have done and what i keep doing to my body

4 months of starving, restricting, and binging

3 lbs lost since i was last at your house 

- this is not okay, you tell me

2 cups of coffee 

- she catches on to my fake slumber, catches on to me sleeping instead of eating

1 rule.

No dieting. 

If only this were just a diet. 

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