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It’s not about appearance.
It’s about control.
A ritual.
A hunger mistaken for power.
It’s the silence
between heartbeat and thought,
the hollow ache
that feels like victory.
Feeling your stomach fold inward,
the cold learning your bones,
strength slipping quietly away,
fatigue blooming without end.
And still
it feels peaceful.
Because control can feel like comfort.
Because losing can feel like winning.
Because the mind applauds
while the body fades.
Anorexia:
a war dressed as discipline,
a slow vanishing
mistaken for grace.
u/Creative_Boat_5955 — 24 days ago