Trigger Warning "I breath slowly, I can feel the cold air flowing into my lungs. Breath by breath. The icy air will fill me up as much as food ever will. 90 isn't just a number...in fact it's not a number at all to me. 90 is bony knees and thighs. 90 is wearing a crop top and going down the stairs and not making a single creak in that old wooden staircase. 90 is scratched up knuckles and bones poking out in all of the right places. 90 is the number that will make me absolutely mad, and will make others notice."