i love

the feeling of my ribs and hipbones poking through my skin as i type this lying down. i love the feeling of an empty stomach, a bittersweet satisfaction that really can't be found anywhere else. i love it all, damnit, but i've still a long way to go. there's no way i'm stopping here, and no way i'll settle for this. i'm just enjoying the progress i'm making, is all. still a fatass.