"Up to 24 million of all ages and genders suffer from an eating disorder(anorexia, bulimia, binge-eating disorder)." I never thought that stat would have anything to do with me. And, now, here I was, unable to look at myself in the mirror without seeing piles and pounds of fat that could be shed off. 'When I'm skinny, I'll stop,' I tell myself. But it never works. I'm still fat, I'm still ugly, and for some reason, I'm still eating. I don't care if I die. I don't care if I starve myself to death, because that just means I succeeded. I want to take up the least amount of space I can. "The bones stick out and sing to my eyes, that beautiful light shines between my thighs, for I am finally as skinny as skinny can be."