I don't know if you've looked around...recently.

Being 24 around town isn't quite the field trip.

Food isn't really a friend.

Being thin is somehow an answer. To what I don't quite know.

I have explored this field of skinny since 2003.

Pinching my arms and holding onto my hips has felt like some kind of Christmas.

You could hate me, universally, but I'm not sure that would do...

I've scavenged my way through trails of diets. Diets are supposed to be a quiet language, a path to failure. Diets don't work because you gain it back.

You have two choices, really. I shouldn't have to name them.

As long as there is TV, as long as there is radio and as long as there is a circumference...

food will be the enemy. Beauty will starve and self-wealth will pay.

All I'm saying is you can lose so easily, it's easy to forget how wrong it is to win...