There Go My Hip Bones

It’s official - I’m a sorry excuse for an anorexic and I blame it all on Zoloft, or rather my lack of it. I have recently had to wean myself from my favorite of all SSRIs and the consequence has been the loss of visible hip bones. I guess it’s the Zoloft that makes me anorexic because without it, I just stop giving a fuck.

Take just now, for instance. I was on my way home from the store and decided to stop at Wendy’s for a Biggie order of fries, and before I had even finished them, I made my way over to the McDonald’s and ordered a large fry from there too. This is what happens when I’m not operating under the influence and it sucks. If anyone out there knows where my broke ass can get a cheap hook up, please write Skinny Lady at skinnylady@randomanorexics.com. I’m also accepting donations.