I’m not hungry for food.
I’m hungry for how good skinny girls look in a bikini. I’m hungry for feeling tiny underneath a small sweatshirt. I’m hungry for bony collars and shoulders. I’m hungry for that light-as-a-feather feeling when I’m being picked up. I’m hungry for skinny legs, thigh gaps and a flat stomach.
I’m not hungry for food anymore, because nothing can ever taste as good as I will feel when I am thin.