I was sick for the past 4 days or so and I've come to notice a good outcome of it. I didn't eat hardly anything, and all I drank was water. My middle name is vanity so of course I'm loving that effect. My appetite has decreased drastically. I bought one meal at Taste of China and it's taken me 6 meal times to devour it, and I'm still not finished. I love the feeling of not eating. Not the pain that you endure but the thought of your body eating itself in order for you to become what the world see's as [whatyoushouldlooklike.] It makes me smirk. I've been putting on a show for the mirror and it has been showing me it likes what it see's. I like what I'm seeing. A change. A drastic one. I almost never want to eat again. This is the beginning of a beautiful friendship between me and my body.