No sour grapes

To my many disorders,

This break up is not my fault it’s yours.

It’s actually not because I’m unloveable or because I got “too fat,” or because sometimes I need a little reminder to eat and some reassurance that I’m not offensive to look at. It’s not because of anything I’ve done, it’s all you. You took away yet another thing I loved.
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Positivity, I’ve got a bone to pick with you…

Learning to love ourselves, loving life and “staying positive…”
It’s all well and good and, of course, that’s what anyone wants; who doesn’t want to be happy? But when you feel like those things are so out of reach where do you even begin… Continue reading “Positivity, I’ve got a bone to pick with you…”

Having your cake… and eating it too

My patience is wearing particularly thin with a common self-help cliche- “Oh but that’s just the ‘anorexic voice’ telling you xyz…”

As if that little nugget of information solves everything…

Who cares who or what it is, it’s still there, alive and kicking, and it’s horrible! Continue reading “Having your cake… and eating it too”

Recovery: it’s an acquired taste.

I made a decision a few weeks ago…

I’d made similar decisions before but this felt different. I felt like I was doing it for ME. I finally had motivators and real reasons that were making me WANT to force Anorexia to eat its poisonous words. I could recite them better than the alphabet. And what’s different is, I believed them. It felt good, I felt excited.

Sounds positive doesn’t it…

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