Binged last night. Worked a little bit off.
I haven't eaten all day. It's so hard to excercise on fasting days because I just want to curl up in bed and try not to think about this. I can't do this alone.
I fantasize about ideals and absolutes. Bodies that can't exist, governments that only work in theory. Purity. Extremes. That elusive end of the spectrum that only exists in your mind. Skin and bones in perfect, fairy-tale alignment. I'm obsessed with the idea that everything, everyone, exists on a spectrum. This blog details my journey to the better end.
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