I had anorexia about two years ago and recovered, though I still can't eat like a normal person or I will blow up because my metabolism is so fucked up. My brother developed anorexia a few months ago and he is so tiny. He's tinier than me. We weigh the same thing, which is disgusting because he's 5'8" and I'm 5'3", so you can imagine all 125 disgusting pounds on a short stumpy bitch, yeah? That's me. On one hand, I know he doesn't look healthy, and I want him to get better because his kidneys are already failing. But on the other hand I miss being severely under weight. I was so tiny and cute and delicate. I had the most beautiful hip bones and the biggest gap between my legs. It was lovely. I'm drinking ginger tea so I won't eat for a few hours. I think I want to go back to starving.