I eat too much to die. And not enough to stay alive. I'm sitting in the middle waiting. Days since I last pissed. Cheeks sunken and despaired. So gorgeous sunk to six stone. Lose my only remaining home. See my third rib appear. A week later all my flesh disappears. Stretching taut cling-film on bone. I'm getting better. Karen says I've reached my target weight. Kate and Emma and Kristin know it's fake. Problem is diet's not a big enough word. I wanna be so skinny that I rot from view. I want to walk in the snow. And not leave a footprint. I want to walk in the snow. And not soil its purity. Stomach collapsed at five. Lift up my skirt my sex is gone. Naked and lovely and 5st. 2. May I bud and never flower. My vision's getting blurred. But I can see my ribs and I feel fine. My hands are trembling stalks. And I can feel my breasts are sinking. Mother trys to choke me with roast beef. And sits savouring her sole Ryvitta. That's the way you're built my father said. But I can change my cocoon shedding. I want to walk in the snow. And not leave a footprint. I want to walk in the snow. And not soil its purity. Kate and Kristin and Kit Kat. All things I like looking at. Too weak to fuss too weak to die. Choice is skeletal in everybody's life. I choose my choice I starve to frenzy. Hunger soon passes and sickness soon tries. Legs bend stockinged I am Twiggy. And I don't mind the horror that surrounds me. Self-worth scatters self-esteem's a bore. I long since moved to a higher plateau. This discipline's so rare so please applaud. Just look at the fat scum who pamper me so. Yeh 4st. 7 an epilogue of youth. Such beautiful dignity in self-abuse. I've finally come to understand life. Through staring blankly at my navel