eating disorder

It was time to embrace my nightmare. So I stripped and for the hell of it hung about bare-assed in a room full of clothed people. Although I’d already left self-consciousness behind me, I wanted to be able to tell this story.

It has been part of my life for so long that I have woven it into the fabric of my personality and sense of self.

As soon as we change the subject from thin to fat, we change the conversation from concern to hostility.

Being a human is hard. Being a human with an eating disorder is inexplicably hard. Every time I think I have control over the situation, my eating disorder pulls a fast one on me and reminds me what is really in charge — food and exercise.

One day I was “healthy” and the next day I was sick — slowly and then all at once.

You didn't fail the diet; the diet failed you.

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