So this was me. I had a case of the skinnies. And I thought it was only me. I was obsessed with how small I looked at ALL times. So I wouldn't eat big meals because my stomach would get too full. And I would relish in the empty grumbling of my stomach when it yearned for food. That feeling meant progress. Skinny. Now, I am 30 pounds heavier than my lowest weight, so it's either grovel in the skinnies or get over myself and enjoy life. I realized that there is SO much more to worry about that I don't even have time for the skinnies anymore. And now that I am free from this degenerating disease, I realize how many others are plagued with it. It isn't just me at all. Basically everyone I know has a case of the skinnies, though the severity fluctuates depending on the person. Everyone is restricting their calories and sneaking glances at the mirror every chance they get to see if they look skinny enough. I see the signs everywhere. I should know; those were my habits, so much so that they were integrated into my normal behavior. I would sympathize with those who are suffering, but they don't even see it! I didn't see it either.
I always thought, I can't wait to be skinny!
Now, I think, I can wait. And while I'm waiting, I'll live a little. I mean, I have nothing better to do.