it was the first time we saw each other after two weeks of separating. i stepped out of the shower and your eyes instantly perked up. you were in awe at how slim my body had become, how the bone of my hips were slightly protruding, and how prominent my collar bones displayed itself. i smiled and casually told you it was because i hadn’t eaten much in the last two weeks. “you look good, i like it,” you said.
what i failed to mention was i stayed in bed for the larger portion of those two weeks, only getting up when it was necessary. for school or work. i survived on saltine crackers and black coffee, and barely any sleep. i lost nearly 10 pounds in the time you spent deciding on whether you still wanted to be with me or not.
that’s when it started for me. starving and not eating, all because you thought it looked good anyway