The Art of Starving

But, honestly, I can’t tell you what a good son would have done, because I’m not one.

Afraid it will be better—

Afraid that once we do it, I’ll be your helpless slave forever—

Afraid you’ll see me naked and be disgusted and never speak to me again

I started out thinking I had so much to offer. But I’ve got nothing to share but the hope that my pain can be helpful to someone.

Lust and hunger will never leave you alone, because your body wants you grotesquely fat and covered in kids.

Understand this: your body wants the worst for you. It is a complicated machine built up over billions of years, and it wants only two things—to stay alive and to make more of you.

Congratulations! You have acquired one human body. This was a poor decision, but it is probably too late for you to do anything about it. Life, alas, has an extremely strict return policy.

My sin, my condition, is way worse. I choose not to eat because I am an enormous fat greasy disgusting creature that no one will ever feel attracted to.