Day 3

Whichever Blogger employee created this button will never know how utterly appropriate the phrase inside is.

I wash my face in the morning, as if trying to convince myself that the death circles are due to makeup that got left on during sleep.(I understand and I wish to continue)

I try to hide from the man standing next to me, the blueish-purple knuckles and fingertips inside my not-quite-long-enough sleeves, in the harshly-lit mail room of my apartment complex, hoping he won't see my ghastly skin and amethyst joints as I unlock my mailbox. (I understand and I wish to continue)

Though I brace and prepare myself before standing and my knees still shake with uncertainty, I barely notice because I'm preoccupied with the joy that the spots swimming in my eyes are only a fleeting light grey and not yet an ominous black tunnel. (I understand and I wish to continue)

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Anyways, today wasn't bad. I passed one of my personal progress-checker tests, which always feels good. I bought a huge bag of chips the other night, the family sized ones. They're sitting there, unopened in the cabinet, in all their salty, crunchy, fatass glory, and for no reason other than to serve as some visual manifestation of my resistance and self-control because I won't eat them, and more importantly, I don't want to.

I hope all of you are doing fantastically today. Keep being inspiring, wonderful and of course, stay empty.


xoxoxo