These Bones Are Mine 1 December twenty second, Take a deep breath. Close your eyes. Grit your teeth. Move your toes. Let your heart beat get louder. Feel the rush of blood between your veins. My morning routine. Very simple but takes awhile to master. I keep my eyes closed as I make my way to the scale. I know this path better than I know myself. 124. 124. 124. 124. I feel the tears run down my face. I'll skip breakfast. I don't want to exercise right now. I'll take a shower instead. I trace my bones. Or rather where they should be. Mornings are hard. Afternoons are worse and nights are a complete night terror. But these bones are mine. This is what I've chosen to become slave to. These bones are undoubtedly mine. And mine alone.
