Even though I’m skinny, “Kiñcāpi khomhi kisikā, sick, and very feeble, gilānā bāḷhadubbalā; I climb the mountain, Daṇḍamolubbha gacchāmi, leaning on a staff. pabbataṁ abhirūhiya.

Having laid down my outer robe, Saṅghāṭiṁ nikkhipitvāna, and overturned my bowl, pattakañca nikujjiya; propping myself against a rock, Sele khambhesimattānaṁ, I shattered the mass of darkness. tamokhandhaṁ padāliyā”ti.

… Cittā therī ….