I eat. Alot. And have lost alot of weight at the same time… i weigh less than i ever did with my ED.
Coming back onto this blog… I remember how much i loved to torture myself with the pictures of impossibly thin beauties. It’s triggering. I was so in love with my depression, so in love with my self-hate. I still get pulls on my heart strings when i see protruding ribs and hipbones and sucked up guts. I was so in love with the idea of death, dying, turning into a skeleton, a corpse. I miss being so self-involved.
But i’m so much happier now. And you can be too.
