I wish I was anorexic.
Now that I have your attention, let me explain why I’m the bane of people with “real” eating disorders.
I’m currently straddling the world between self hate and self acceptance. Internal despair and external love. Shrinking- and growing- and shrinking into and out of clothes. Surrendering, to one side or the other, over and over again. Not quite body dysmorphia, because I can take a step back into reality and see what I actually look like.
Without getting into numbers, I can tell you I also walk the line of fat and thin. Depending on…
Straddling the line of mental illness.