I’m at the airport & I sit down next to a mom w a little boy on her lap. He immediately points at me & tells his mom he wants to sit in my chair. She says no & then he screams & crys. Fuck kids.
I’m sorry. I posted that before I was in recovery. I am only just recovering. It’s been about 2 month.
a recent piece of mine. it’s supposed to depict how an eating disorder affects your apperance & your mentality.
Recovering is hard. Sometimes I want to give up. Like today. Today I just want to purge & exercise to extremes & make sure I don’t eat anything tomorrow. I’m so sad. I hate this. It seems as if I won’t get any better, but only fatter….I don’t think I can do this much longer.