This makes me nostalgic... So much comes back. That weary weakness from a time I was not eating properly, my exhaustion with life, how I just wanted to disappear, to start somewhere new and end there too... My crazy attachment to my skeletal body, the voice in my head that would rather have me running away than facing the disorder. The first time I ran, when I was trying to escape memories of my first love. Trying to erase that night and what he did to me. Another time, the sky was swirling crazily, similar to the sky in the painting. That was a disorder-related escape attempt. I remember wishing I had a camera that night. I was about to bypass this painting, before I saw her expression.
I'm glad I didn't.