Little things that an eating disorder will do to you... It's crazy. My thoughts feel so irrational sometimes, like they aren't really my thoughts, like I've been invaded by an alien or something. I'm not so shallow and insecure that I don't want to be weighed after a plate of pasta... Really? Sometimes I just have to laugh at myself. My thoughts do not make much sense. Nobody is here to judge me based on my weight.
I'm going to curl up and hide for a little while. Will write more later :)
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