you always made sure to comment on every bone in my body that stuck out too far. you told me how you hated the outline of my ribs and you were scared of my collarbones. you watched me struggle with every step i took and stuck your foot out to trip me. you found me bent over the toilet with my finger in my mouth and you laughed and said i looked pathetic. you made my eating disorder yours and you made my body a nightmare for both of us.
