I just keep getting worse

First lets all take a moment to look at the lovely new theme.
Yes now.
I fit into freshman years skinny jeans today.
And before I get an "oh my god Rachael congrats for getting your fat ass which is like size six into a size two!!":
this isn't an accomplishment.
This isn't something to be proud of.
It isn't something worth gloating about.
I looked fabulous in my flamboyant purple skinny jeans and my Dad's sweater from the seventies today but the reality of it is that I am dying.
Slowly but surely I am getting there and although I was really happy with myself and even allowed *GASP* not one but TWO handfuls of popcorn at the movie theater it doesn't change the fact that I'm beyond unhealthy.
My nails are blue have I yet told you the significance of blue nails to me?
Freshman year when I started reading Wasted blue nails became the thing I needed.
If it wasn't a thigh gap(which was another on the check list) I could get RIGHT NOW it was gonna be blue nails.
And bald spots.
And sores on my fingers.
And goddammit I was gonna fail that test.
The check list went like this:
{x}blue nails
{x}bald spots
{x}marks on my knuckles
{c}low blood pressure
{?}anemia
{}flat or concave stomach
{}sharp point hip bones(because they have to be sharp and POINTY to count)
{}a thigh gap
{}an arm gap
{}a space above my fingers when I put them together around my wrist
{}being able to fit my hands around my upper thigh
{}no hands purging
{x}keynotes in my urine
{x}muscles that eat away at themselves

c means sometimes
x of course means I have it and ? means I'm not sure.

do you see what I'm getting at? Does anyone else see how utterly sick and disgusting this list is?
Anyone?
And now that everything is starting to go "according to plan" it makes me want to cry. It makes me feel sick to my stomach with guilt and shame and worry. It makes me upset with myself.

My mom cried yesterday. She came in for a day and a half and she said to me "you know I see when I look at your arms? I see my you: two years old fat little baby arms holding a crayon scribbling away. And your arms were so perfect and you were just so beautiful. And then I see the reality. These scars. And I see all the people who have and who will judge you for them. And I don't want that. It hurts. I look at you and then look in the mirror and I'm disappointed with myself." and I just couldn't bear it. She had tears streaming down her face and she looked so heart broken. What if she knew the whole truth? All of it?
I fit into my jeans today and my mom will probably lose her daughter this year.
I fit into my jeans today and all those beautiful memories she has of me aren't true anymore.
I fit into my jeans today and I have and will disappoint my mom.
I fit into my jeans today looked in the mirror and thought I want to die.
And my mom just said "You look cute Rachie-butt."