14 followers, I might as well post, right?
This is what I'm thinking. I'm fat. I'm now, officially, 158 pounds. How did I allow it to get this bad? I'm not going to b/p. Thanks to dylphe for her inspiring message (and potent use of the word 'bitch'.)
I'm going to slyly cut down on what I eat. And if my parents give me grief about it? Well. What can they do?
It's so liberating for my eating disorder to not be a secret anymore. They know. so what? What are they going to do about it? Take away my phone? computer? Stop paying for college? kick me out? Anything for thin. I don't care.
Even if they throw me back into the hospital, I don't care. Although I need to lose at least 30 pounds before I go there. I clocked in at 115 when I left last time.