Close to th 100 Meter Mark

Mornings, Don't you love them?

They give you the chance to wake up (that's if your one of the lucky ones who still have those sleep through nights) and glide your hands over our ribcage, and when you realize you don't feel every single one, the wheels start turning, what do I want to do today, restrict? fast? binge and purge?

Or on the other hand you could celebrate a victory ,you won the scale for the first time, but the battle's not over, because over your shoulder you will find Ana, she'll smile, maybe nod, but when she looks closely, she turns her head away in disgust, your definitely not done with this battle, so your choice remains to fast, no choice really.

You walk away feeling your usual self (depressed and useless,an utter waste of too much space) and around the corner comes mom, now here is the story with mom,

she lives with dad, but she lives her life with...let's call him John...she lives her life with John (douche-bag) ,and dad chooses to act like he doesn't know what's going on, but we all think he really does, he just has that look about him,

now mom is crying because dad is ill, and she stumbles upon the youngest (that being me) and tries to make her life even better by stating (now I'm not a CAPS LOCK shouter, so I'll just go regular here) "What's wrong with you!? You look like a skeleton, really, you were beautiful, are you trying to be a skeleton?! Because I have enough problems as it is, I don't need this too!"

Really mom, you don't need this? mmm, well that's just swell, because I don't need a lying mother either, what a picture of perfection you have been.

Drabbing with a smirk to my car and getting a ticket to the Highway to Hell.

I just love mornings.