I don't necessarily starve myself, but I don't eat. I eat a meal a day, for a multiple of reasons. I saw my stomach in the mirror this morning and noticed there wasn't a lot of fat compared to last time I compared myself from the last time I checked. I check often, but not too often, once every few days or maybe once a week. Within 2 weeks I had lost 3.5 pounds, it made me feel a little better about my body, but I'm still gross. This was not intentionally my diet until I realized it made me feel better. However, my body is not the only reason I started this "diet," it is simply because I hate myself as a person in the first place, at least that's what caused me to start it all anyways. Have you ever reached out your hand to someone and watch them stare and walk past you? That's how I feel the world is, not just the people around me but this society in general. Nobody would care even if I were to die, and nobody really understands what I go through and how their actions and words can effect another person. It makes me hate life, not just mine but the others around me.
