Category — Anorexic Pic of the Week

I swear I spot a four-pack somewhere between those ribs.

My quality of life would improve dramatically if my arms were this skinny. Fuck my fat genes.

My husband was sweet enough to share a crouton from his salad.  It even had a shred of lettuce on top. Thank god because that water was going nowhere in terms of satisfying my appetite.

Extra Large Man finally had enough of making daily trips to fetch my wine. Yesterday, he came home with a cheap gallon of chianti. He’s convinced it’s going to last me all week.

I need one of these…wait I’m sober.

My sexy new bald spot, which may be a consequence of malnutrition. Or, if I’m lucky, some deadly malignancy lurking under my scalp. 

God I love these skinny bitches.