Eating disorders do not have a "look." They can come in all forms of shapes and sizes.
Along with the thoughts “am I too much?” the reality that I almost always am. But I have realized I would rather be too much than not enough, and not enough is something I will never be. Someone who made me fear love so badly that I don't even love myself anymore. I avoid every mirror I walk past now. Which hands made my body feel like it was only worthy of sensual touch, no hand holding, no hair stroking, nothing unless the lights were shut off. Who convinced me that love was painful.
I’ve seen it all. Sat front row in every devastating fall, but i’ve also flourished. And if they can not bear the intensity of my decline, they wont stand a chance amongst my uprise.