attempt

I might stop eating and drinking water. Who knows? Maybe no one will notice my thinning hair. My yellow nails, sitting tiredly, heavily, against my too-pale skin, normally on the verge of an extreme, although natural, tan. The walk that makes me look like I'm missing my calf muscles.

Muscles.

Maybe no one will no notice their diminishing mass, or that of it's counterpart, fat. My body will simply have "started to develop" or " have gotten used to your vegetarian lifestyle". Sacks of the stuff will fall off while I walk along these dirty gum, spotted streets. Dirty, vile, vapid,insensitive, ignorant, unsympathetic, gum spotted streets. Perhaps I might even lose that massive crevice which we call my nose. Or my ethnicity. Forget how to do anything horribly, like the pangs of pain I will undoubtedly feel in my nervous system, so often. I'll lose my ability to have a very limited vocabulary which I mispronounce and misuse so frequently, almost as if it came from my wavering iron intake.
I might stop drinking water. I might stop getting nourishment. No one will notice; however it's aftermath will never be forgotten, making me, even after eternal decay, a nuisance.