taste

I hate that my thighs touch. Or that every time I eat, it'll always be too much. I haven't weighed myself in days. Because I know there's no way the number will be the same. All I've ever wanted is less of myself. I think fat is beautiful, but only if it's on somebody else. I'm drowning in skin, that I no longer need. And I'm doing anything I can not to eat. My jeans are finally loose around my waist. Being skinny feels better than any food could ever taste.