persephonesskeleton:

when i look at my body, i know my perfect body is under there. hiding. drowning. suffocating under rolls and layers of bubbly fat. 

i wish i could take a pair of scissors and trim away the extra fat around my middle, around my thighs, around my arms, around my cheeks.

i wish i could mold my body like clay. i could rip off the excess and smooth down the rough edges. shape every curve, outline every rib, sharpen the jawline. 

i might not be able to do those things, but i can reach my perfect body another way.

starve.