What the fuck is wrong with me.
- one minute: I'm not even sick. I don't have an eating disorder.
- the next minute: I'M NEVER GOING TO GET BETTER.
- one minute: I feel great
- the next minute: IT HURTS. IT HURTS AND I WANT TO DIE OH GOD IT HURTS.
- one minute: lol fuck this I want to get better.
- the next minute: there is no "better" there is only different
- one minute: oh god wait muscle atrophy pains, I am sick.
- the next minute: WHERE ARE MY MUSCLE ATROPHY ACHES? :(
- i get upset if I can't tell I'm starving. I get upset if I can climb the stairs quickly. ick.
greedy.... that is exactly what reinforces my guilt over food.
- what you said: you look healthy.
- what i heard: you don't look sick.
- what it means: you have been eating well enough to not be gravely thin.
- what that translates to: you are greedy.
- what that means: you are disgusting and selfish.
- THIS IS WHY WE DON'T COMPLIMENT ME, OKAY?
Is this what it’s like to go crazy? She’d never imagined it like this – when she’d thought of someone (a woman like herself) losing her mind, she’d imagined shrieks and wails, hallucinations; but at that moment it had seemed clear that there was another way, far quieter; a way that was numb and hopeless, flat, so much so that an emotion as strong as sorrow would have been a relief.
— The Hours by Michael Cunningham (via thechocolatebrigade)
