The Secret Life of an Eating Disorder
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Ongoing, First published Apr 25, 2020
Mature
Hi, my name is Jessica and this is my real story about my struggle with an eating disorder. Please do not read this if this could be triggering for you. I've created this as an outlet for myself to vent and escape the real world but most importantly, I want to inspire. If I can help just one person, than I know I did a good thing making this book.
Come along and read about how I make life work with an eating disorder as I enter young adulthood. 

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#44 in #bodydysmorphia as of 05.01.2020
#31 in #EDNOS as of 05.06.2020
#24 in #EDNOS as of 08.17.2020
#22 in #EDNOS as of 06.14.2021
#1 in #bodydysmorphia as of 05.23.2020
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I gave the best of myself to someone who didn't have anything to lose. I didn't know how to avoid my lover's toxic and abusive flames. My lover's twisted words were like a maze inside of my head that I couldn't escape. Sadly, my lover's actions hypnotized my thoughts and paralyzed my thinking. I learned the hard way that love isn't leaning in for a kiss, and a fist meets you halfway. Love isn't being a punching bag because someone decided they wanted to beat on you today. Love isn't saying I love you just because someone wants to keep you to themselves. I tried to be there for my lover, but I learned it is impossible to fix the broken pieces when the glass has shattered. There will always be pieces that are not repairable. However, I kept going right back to the person who I needed to walk away from. I was afraid, and I wasn't brave enough to wake up from this nightmare! I made the choice to suffer when life is meant to be lived and enjoyed. Will I find the courage to know my worth and know that I deserve better than the distasteful lies that are whispered in my ears? Will I have the strength to fight my insecurities? Will, I set myself free, or will I let my love be the death of me?