It started off as a Slim Fast diet. You've got to remember now that I am obsessive and it was rather severe back then. My mind still worked on numbers. And I had developed a new fad. Starvation. Lovely, right? I was very shy then. I didn't stand out at all. Atleast in my opinion. I'm not saying I did this as a cry for help. Not at all....

I got so thin they called me Tiny Taylor, after that cartoon Tiny Tim. I guess my sister noticed the negative side of it first. I was wearing boots that were way too big for me and didn't cling to the outside of my calves. My legs looked like bean poles. Well, they were skin and bone, after all. You could literally see every bone that would stick out from my upper thigh to my knee joint. I said it was muscle but who was I kidding? No one. My fingers were too small to fit in bowling balls, ha! And then watch my pathetically weak body try to lift the bowling ball or a 12-pack of soda for that matter. I could never help bring in the groceries with my siblings. I felt the resentment from them. Why isn't she helping herself? Why doesn't she just eat?!?

But that was my worst fear, I had the obsession with numbers so I focused on that scale and the numbers of calories. Pickles and celery were my best friends. And water. And plenty of Diet Coke that rotted my teeth. Now, I hardly have any enamel left. Speaking of things turning yellow, my skin was turning yellow. Sallow I think it is, right? From lack of nutrients. The doctor said I didn't have enough essential vitamins or nutrients in my body to sustain a living baby. Wow. I wasn't getting my period due to starving myself.

I'd run out of the house sipping a drop of milk and 3 nerdles of my fave cereal Grape Nuts and I was off. I would not eat the usual chicken patty and Doritos and Diet Coke at lunch because at around the same time I started my normal diet a kid at the lunch table commented something along the lines of "Eating? Well, Taylor can hold her own!" And now that I was fixated, that one line played over and over in my mind.

^{No, Taylor is too fat. She can't eat her extra pretzel nugget she was going to have when she got home. That's a reward. Not for an ugly person like Taylor. When you pinch her thighs, her legs jiggle at a right angle. See? See?} Schizophrenia reared its ugly head in hushed whisper.