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Every morsel, every tiny piece of food is danger and you over think the calories. Like that math exam and the clock is ticking and you just keep adding the numbers and it makes you sick and the numbers start to give you a headache. “How long until I can get rid of this food? How long until I can find somewhere safe where people wont hear me? I bet my body is digesting it. shit shit.” Then you end up being so sick with yourself that you make yourself sick to feel better again. The sickness is in your mind and you feel so much better when you finally purge. The feeling of emptiness that is now your body and soul. Remember when you first started to diet, and you told yourself that once you were skinny everything would be perfect, and you’d let yourself have that cupcake? Liar. Your body will never get that cupcake. You’re never going to give your body what it is craving and if you do, it won’t be there for long. Confession about my eating disorder: I’m an abusive and horrible partner to my body. I love it so but I hurt it over and over. You lie, you starve it, and you make it work at the gym until it just can’t lift you out of bed anymore. you never really believe you have a disease. “I can stop at anytime. I will stop when I’m skinny.” Yeah whatever, you said that about the cupcake.
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