Okay so No Party and No Tears, but it IS my birthday...
...and whilst it's been nice in many, many ways, I've struggled to keep my smile in place.
On two unguarded occasions it slid off my chin, provoking the observation that I looked sad.
It's important to me that they don't think I'm sad today.
The pain is more painful for those who watch.
My weight moved up by point seven of a kilo last week.
I can't begin to describe the misery that this small gain has caused, or the battle which has ensued.
Yet, I know I have to kill this Anorexia.
I know it even as I skip manically; as I push my body up on breaking arms; as I reach a breathless forty on my knee - to - elbow jumps, and as I crunch unforgiven coccyx on the hard floor.
I know it as I push each coveted mouthful past guarded lips, willing myself to swallow, to allow, to stay.
Each grind of my teeth, a perfectly synchronised nod and shake.
A simultaneous, stereophonic yes and no.
In all my wildest nightmares, I never once imagined that my birthday this year would be spent trying to claw my way out of Anorexia.
I hope against all hope that next year, the narrative will be very different.
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