It’s funny, isn’t it?
Anorexia, that is.
Not in a literal sense, but what I mean is that it’s so complex,
so difficult to understand.
For me, its not about food.
It’s not necessarily even about being unhappy with the way I look.
It’s simply a coping mechanism,
something that we all need and have
because lets face it, life can be f*****g hard.
Just like alcoholics turn to booze
and drug addicts turn to drugs,
as someone with Anorexia, I would turn to restriction.
Now that I am in recovery I am working on finding a healthy coping mechanism,
one that doesn’t result in the destruction of my body,
and you should do the same.
Start searching for the thing that sets your soul on fire
and makes your heart swell,
something that is good for you.
When times get tough remind yourself
and continuously repeat until it sinks in
‘loosing weight will not make me happy’
and one day, you will truly believe that.