I swore I’d never end up like this.

My goal weight began as a nice 102lbs (17.5).

Then I decided that 96lbs (16.5) would create a nice margin of error.

So I made Kessa promise to intervene if my goal weight continued to drop below 92lbs (15.8).

But we decided that 88lbs (15.1) would be perfectly appropriate, since that puts me at her lowest BMI.

And I’ve now decided firmly that 85lbs (14.6) is really what I’ve always wanted.

So, fuck.