The only think about anorexia that scares me is the thought of a decaying body… losing hair, bad teeth, and all the pain.
I think I sort of subconsciously think about that every time I decide to eat.
I don’t want to say ‘I want to be anorexic again.’
But at the same time, I felt so strong because of all my willpower to not eat.
And my mom told me how skinny I was and how good I looked.
I weigh so much more now than I did then. And I hate that too.