Thought Control

I think I relate so well to weirdos and sick people because I am one. I’m always thinking, “don’t worry. I’m not judging” when someone stutters or can’t make eye contact because they are obviously feeling anxious. When someone makes a bad joke, I laugh because I know how I would feel if no one …

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Who am I?

I’ve just weighed myself and looked in the mirror at my belly for the 7th time today. Its 11:00am. I woke up at 9am. “Maybe if I pee all this out I’ll be skinnier. Maybe if I poop, my stomach will be flatter.” I’ve gone on like this everyday for years (when I’m not at …

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