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Polarize

Maybe I haven't been eating the best, but I don't have a problem.

Just because I've been going for early morning runs lately doesn't mean something is wrong.

Just because I've been eating less doesn't mean this is an issue.

Just because when I had two slices of toast this morning my dad told me it was the most he'd seen me eat in months doesn't mean something is up.

Maybe when I lie down my ribs stick out a little, but it's fine.

Maybe the people I care about are getting concerned about me.

Maybe I passed out today because of a cramp.

Maybe after lunch I got unusually nauseous and vomited, but that's just a coincidence.

This isn't a problem.

Maybe I can't look at mirrors anymore.

Maybe I've been counting calories.

Maybe no one know about this.

Maybe my Body Dysmorphia Disorder is finally catching up to me.

Maybe my girlfriend told me I look like a ghost.

Maybe I am a ghost.

Maybe, just maybe, I have a problem.

But no, I don't, I'm doing this because it's healthy and I need to lose weight.

I'm only putting this here because this is where I vent, and I need to tell myself that this is okay, because it is.

I don't have a problem.

This is just a bunch of coincidences.

Last year when I went to the doctor's I was overweight, and no one, especially not me, could lose that much weight that quickly.

Right?

Maybe my scale is just broken.

Yeah, that's definitely it.

Please ignore this, because I don't I have a problem.

I don't.