Binary Refinery

I’m anorexic. Always have been and now always will be (in essence, anyway).

It started when I was too young to even know what fat or thin were. I just knew that the more I limited my food intake, the more in control I felt. Like my mouth was a portal, and only I could decide what was allowed through it. As I grew older, the control I exerted over this portal tightened and relaxed according to how invasive I felt the rest of the world to be. When it wasn’t forcing itself upon me, I let in. When it was, the portcullis would come down on my portal and admittance would become strictly regulated.

Then I secured the job of my dreams – which turned out to be nothing like the job I dreamed of. I worked at a talent agency, dealing with royalty payments for their acting clients. It was high-pressured and relentless and, far from feeling a greater intimacy with the famous names I can in daily contact with, they became nothing to me but account codes, weekly subs & commission percentages. Just numbers.

Just like me…

Because I’d always defined myself by numbers. My weight, my height, my BMI, my hip-to-waist ratio. My daily calorie intake. Just numbers. And now I was obsessing over numbers every day at work, too. So I thought: If I can gain control of the numbers in me, I can gain control of the numbers I work with. I mean, I can’t guarantee that production company pays up on time, but I can guarantee how much my body gets paid.

So that’s what I did. But when a client was severely underpaid, I decided I had to strip it all back to basics, so there could be no leeway for error. I had to stick to essentials: stick to binary code.

I only ate foods that resembled a zero or a one… yet even that felt too much. Zero is such a, well… chubby number. Look at it: 0. Whereas one – 1 – that looks perfect. Lean and pure.

So then I just ate food that resembled a one: raw celery, carrots, cucumber. And only one a day.

In no time, I looked like a number one. I thought I’d achieved purity. But I’d forgotten that the purest number isn’t one. It’s zero. That’s where binary code begins. That’s where everything begins – and ends. And where I ended, when I forgot to eat.

That’s when I deducted all that was left of me. My mouth, gaping open like a zero, had nothing to eat; but it had to eat something, so it sucked the rest of me inside it, pulverizing and purifying what was left of my flesh until there was nothing. I was nothing.

What was once my body, is now a black hole.

The purest zero of them all.

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Bunny Burns

I love words; both reading and writing them. I've started this site in order to have a depository for all the random ramblings which are continually swirling around my mind. Some of the aforementioned ramblings may be quite serious but the majority probably won't be. I'm a single mother living in Norwich. I'm also autistic. This isn't the defining component of my personality, although it is a significant one, and one which I think has a heavy influence on my writing, which is why I choose to highlight it. I also feel no shame over being autistic and refuse to perceive it as a disability. The way I see it, life is hard work whichever way your brain is wired up. Aside from all things wordy, I also love music. I find it to be an incredible mood enhancer, as well as a great enabler for the imagination. I love all kinds of music, though hard house in particular - as everything in life is better when it's hard... I hope you enjoy my musings and thank you for reading! I can also be found on www.twitter.com/@bhhburns

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