My Skeletal Existence (anorexia)

Im Standing in front of my mirror. I smile as I examine my dark sunken eyes.
I slowly raise my hand to my face,
checking to make sure they match in size.
I run my long emaciated fingers through my hair and wince as a whole handful of broken strands comes out with my beautifully shaped hand.
I shake it of and move on.
My chin... No wider than my thumb is long. Perfect.
My neck is next I anticipate as I imitate strangulation and smile in relief when I see that I can interlock my fingers in strangulation position.
I take off my shirt.
My boobs have seemingly evaporated.
I dont mind.
I run my fingers ever so gently over my chest and count as I feel each rib pertruding through my almost translucent skin.
One.
Two.
Three.
Four.
Five.
I go down further and put my hands around my waist. I measure two inches between my left and right hand.
I grin a little.
I grab on to my hip bones and feel the sunken skin around my belly.
I wrap my fingers around my thigh. And they touch.
The exact same measurment as my neck.
I smile.
I pull my clothes back on and my whole skeletal existence lights up as they sag in all parts.
I say to myself...
Almost there.