I Skipped My Heart Medication To Buy Her A Prom Dress—And Paid The Price

he was. His ribs were visible, each one defined under pale, almost translucent skin. His stomach was concave, sucked in like he’d been holding his breath for months. His skin was pale, almost gray, mapped with purple veins and old bruises—yellow and green ones from who knows what impacts. He looked… starved. Skeletal. Like those pictures of famine continue reading …