by Mango » Sat Mar 20, 2010 7:47 pm
For most people with eating disorders, anorexia is the goal, the "good" one to have.
It sure has been for me, I have been obsessed with having it, wanting it, falling in love with it.
But let me tell you, I never want to relive the sheer horror of having it, I wanted so badly to not have it, it is not beautiful & romantic. And I never thought I was anorexic enough if you can believe that, I thought I ate too much (my body was in starvation mode, I would wake up at night hungry as a stray dog, feeling so helpless, obsessed, hurting...) & no you never think you're thin enough you will always be "fat" no matter how sickly you are. You will look at girls 20lbs heavier than you & wonder why you can't be that thin.
An eating disorder is like a domestic abuser, beats you until you're bloody, makes you hate yourself, if you were only this, only that. You think you can change it, make it better, make it stop hurting you.
You think it's your fault, you believe that you're not a worthwhile human being.
You say you love it, you're afraid for your life, but are scared of a life without it. Even if you run it can come after you, it's a abuser that lives within you. I ran & I am still running. Please run.
I never ever want to do that again, you don't have to.
Please honey, life is so much more than a tiny waist.
~SUBMIT TO THE WILL OF THE LASER CATS OR FACE THE CONSEQUENCES~
(Along with total obidience to the laser cats, I take 100 of Lamical & 30mg of Cymbalta. Inderal when I'm anxious & Remeron when I'm wacko & can't sleep)