Singing With Skeletons

"Do you want any more, Honey?" She asked, scooping herself a large helping of green beans.

I choked a little, imagining myself eating any more food.

"No thanks, Mom. I need to go take a shower, anyways. I'll be out in a little while".

She nodded with a smile, and a quiet hum.
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I hopped up the stairs and laid on my bed, sprawling my limbs out around me. The sound of glass clanking was loud in my ears, telling me the dishes were being done. I knew I should have been actually taking a shower, but I really just wanted to stop moving and thinking for a second. Everything was so hectic. I stared at my grey ceiling and absentmindedly shifted my hands to rest on my hips... and froze. I rubbed at my hip and turned slightly, thinking it was just a sensory trick.

It was real.

I could finally feel my hip bones.

It was all working.

I was so much closer to being the skeleton I wanted to be... but not close enough.

I wouldn't stop until I could sing with the skeletons and dance with the dead.

*WARNING*
This is a story about BDD (Body Dysmorphic Disorder), so if you are sensitive to that topic please do not read this.

This story is based off my real thoughts and life events, so please be respectful.