How to win against food.

Add: Every food item you have. Consume mercilessly
Multiply: the number of things you ate by two. That's how much you have to throw up to get it all out.
Divide: your time between worrying and hatred.
Subtract: self worth.

I have no food. I have:
Water
Flour
Tea
Honey
Cornmeal.

If I'm desperate enough I will eat the cornmeal. But I'm not. I want to be thin. I can't stand to look at the fat people around me. I hate them. Since I have no food, I can't eat. I have no money, literally, so I can't buy food. Nothing in, nothing out. I've finally figured out how to win. It's taken me a whole month to get back on track, yet still I think about eating. But I can't now, and that feels really good.
So I can whine and moan all I want but I will never be able to eat, not at least for two weeks, when I'll get a paycheck.
Please my Ana Mia girls and boys, wish me luck, and strength. And hope that I don't collapse and reveal to everyone what's going on. I don't want to deal with fucktards worrying that I'm not eating, and then forcing me to stuff my face. I've worked too DAMN hard for this. No one is going to control me, no one is going to take this away.