SO I woke up this morning and realized all I ate yesterday was some rice. And I am supposed to get some kind of meds like addys on Thursday for my add/adhd but I am starting to freak out. Or maybe it would be a good thing if I was put on medication that makes me not hungry.
I eat food and it makes me sick. I eat food and I make myself sick. No matter how many times a therapist tells me I have an eating disorder I don’t want to listen. I don’t know if I believe you. cause I look at myself in the mirror and see a fucking whale. My therapist clearly made fun of me the other day when I was trying to open up about how it’s hard for me to eat just because I don’t want to and he laughed at me and said “so you think sticking your fingers down your throat is going to make you more thin?” HONESTLY GO FUCK YOURSELF.
How are you supposed to know how I feel, like you’re over six feet and look like you weigh 100 pounds. It’s not as easy as you think. when you constantly are reminded everyday of the fat ALL OVER YOUR BODY. Yeah I step on a scale everyday and even though I lost like 20 pounds in the course of a few weeks I just don’t see the change. I know I am sick in the head, but I don’t want to admit it.
I like my lifestyle I guess and whenever someone tells me I look good I say thanks but I know it’s not true. I am going to start trying to weigh myself everyday and post it so I can keep track of change, but will it make a difference? I look down at the scale and see a stupid number that means nothing to me. Even though the scale proves I am down to 115 pounds I just don’t see it.
I want to know when the torture is going to end. When I will be able to stop this nonsense cause clearly I know something is wrong. But I don’t know what to blame for this eating disorder and it’s scary not having anyone to talk to about it that I can trust like I used to. I just want to know that there are other people out there that feel the same way I do because it’s hard when you feel so alone. I know I am going to keep going and someday I am going to become very sick, but maybe that will get this monster out of me, maybe that’s what I need: a scare.
Like what is there to live for?





