After the funeral, Harriet told me that he thought I was doing better, by the looks of it. "Just continue eating and taking care of yourself." He said.
Maybe I ate too much today that someone made a comment and noticed it. He said continue eating. Continue eating? As if that's such an easy thing to do.
I never learnt how to deal with stress and my emotions, so I take it out on myself. Cutting, starving, binging, purging, over-exercising. My life's quite messy at the moment and I have a feeling that things aren't going to get a whole lot better anytime soon.
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Life After An Eating Disorder
RandomWhy me? Why did I have to be part of that 2% of people with eating disorders? Why did I have to be juggled between treatment centers and doctors during the "best" years of my life? This is a memoir about eating disorders, yes, but not about having o...
