"you can't just skip lunch!"
and as all the possible smarta** remarks filtered through my brain, i realized maybe I have a problem.
and with my intense hatred of sympathy i realized i should just go get that tuna roll and ridiculous 4 oz. juice, but i didn't.
i didn't fill my body with nutritionally dense foods or quicken my metabolism with a carrot.
i left myself empty.
i left my body to its own devices, knowing eventually it would have to resort to cannibalism.
i knew i was making the choice to pound by pound eat away at myself, stomache acid burning the soft interior of my throat.
but as my body fades away, leaving only my dancing mind, i will use my remaining muscles to, to smile.
"i'm just not very hungry."