Vignettes of an Eating Disorder, Part 7

As I lay awake in bed, I was painfully aware of my slow, irregular heartbeat. My roommate breathed heavily from across the room. Quietly, I pressed my cold hand to my chest. Felt the thumping echo through the bones of my spindly fingers.

Sometimes when it skipped a beat, I held my breath and sank into the moment, wishing it could stay like that forever.

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