There's really nothing left to say that hasn't been said before.
Currently in outpatient.
CW: 85.7 lbs.
GW: 60-70 lbs.
BMI: 15.7
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"I was called into the counselor's office. As I sat there, staring over her shoulder out the window, I was not ashamed. I was not even afraid. I was flattered. And, God help me, I was proud. Something had been confirmed: I was worth giving a shit about; I was getting to be a successful sick person. Sick is when they say something. Of course, I'd been sick for five years. But now, maybe I was really sick. Maybe I was getting good at this, good enough to scare people. Maybe I would almost die, and balance just there, at the edge of the cliff, wavering while they gasped and clutched one another's arms, and win acclaim for my death-defying stunts."