I crept up to the bathroom scales hoping to catch it unawares. I gently placed a foot on the pad as lightly as possible. Then the other foot...... thinking light and breathing out.......the electronic numbers did their little dance upwards through the numbers like a train indicator board announcing the next train to Nether Wallop........... it setttles and flashes the determined number and will not be moved..... could it be?..... it might be? ....IT IS!

17 Stone 3lb

A magical number, an important number, a number to savour. I have lost:............
TWO STONES!

In Britain we think in stones, we trust stones, we embrace stones. Kilos are a poor imitation that will never catch on in our heads even though we have to buy vegetables in the wretched things.

TWO STONES!

It is worth repeating. 28 pounds just does not cut the mustard. If some one says they are 200lbs. There is not that mental image of size or proportion. There is not the drama of a stone. We know instinctively what a ten stone weakling man looks like. We know he will get sand kicked in his face.

In three months I have lost ...

TWO STONES!

In 92 days I have lost ....

TWO STONES!

Sticks and stones will break my bones....

Here are two that are banished. Finished. Evaporated. They are no more.

Call me names if you like but they cannot hurt me either.

I was going to say "Give yourself a big pat on the back" but you've beaten me to it! Well done. You must feel wonderful and very pleased with your accomplishments. Keep up the good work, Rustpot

Nat

Good for you rustpot!!!!! You are really on a roll now !

Keep up the good work

cimart

what a wonderful post!! that imagery simply cannot be beat.
great job and keep up the good work.
Jane

4 Stones 7 Pounds

Words by: Nicky Wire/Richey James;

Music by: James Dean Bradfield/Sean Moore



I eat too much to die
And not enough to stay alive
I'm sitting in the middle waiting



Days since I last pissed
Cheeks sunken and despaired
So gorgeous sunk to six stone
Lose my only remaining home



See my third rib appear
A week later all my flesh disappears
Stretching taut, cling-film on bone
I'm getting better



Karen says I've reached my target weight
Kate and Emma and Kristin know it's fake
Problem is diet's not a big enough word
I wanna be so skinny that I rot from view



I want to walk in the snow
And not leave a footprint
I want to walk in the snow
And not soil its purity



Stomach collapsed at five
Lift up my skirt my sex is gone
Naked and lovely and 5st. 2
May I bud and never flower



My vision's getting blurred
But I can see my ribs and I feel fine
My hands are trembling stalks
And I can feel my breasts are sinking



Mother tries to choke me with roast beef
And sits savoring her sole Ryvitta
That's the way you're built my father said
But I can change, my cocoon shedding



I want to walk in the snow
And not leave a footprint
I want to walk in the snow
And not soil its purity



Kate and Kristin and Kit Kat
All things I like looking at
Too weak to fuss, too weak to die
Choice is skeletal in everybody's life



I choose my choice, I starve to frenzy
Hunger soon passes and sickness soon tires
Legs bend, stockinged I am Twiggy
And I don't mind the horror that surrounds me



Self-worth scatters, self-esteem's a bore
I long since moved to a higher plateau
This discipline's so rare so please applaud
Just look at the fat scum who pamper me so



Yeh 4st. 7, an epilogue of youth
Such beautiful dignity in self-abuse
I've finally come to understand life
Through staring blankly at my navel



© 1994 Sony Music Publishing Ltd.



This song is called 4st 7lb and it's by the Manic Street Preachers.
It was written by their guitarist and lyricist Richey James Edward who is/was suffering from anorexia