Some people simply canâ€™t understand what it feels like to me, not when Iâ€™m hungry, but when Iâ€™m so far past hungry that Iâ€™m empty. Yes, I feel hungry just like the rest of society, but I fight past it until I reach this feeling of complete control, satisfaction, and perfection. One bite will ruin it all and so every day becomes a battle between eating and starving. In anatomy yesterday I seriously stared at the skeleton diagram in the book, imagining how it would feel to be only bones. I was actually envious of that darn skeleton, how ridiculous is that? I promise everyone that I’m working on recovering, but itâ€™s a lie. Honestly I donâ€™t think Iâ€™m sick enough to recover just yet.