Skinny

I took a deep breath before I got on it. I held onto the wall supporting myself on it before I dropped my gaze to look at the numbers. 156. I looked back up. Staring at the mirror in front of me, my reflection highlighted everything I hated about myself. Thighs. Stomach. Arms. That was the day I made a promise. I made a promise to myself that no matter what it took, that number would drop. And boy did it drop. It dropped down to a number even my doctors thought shouldn't be enough to support a life. The further I got on my journey the more my satisfaction increased and I thought I was fixed because my weight was, but I became broken Hi, my name is Joyce and I am an anorexic/bulimic. This is the story of me.