
I truly dislike it when people tell me I look "fragile" or "as though [I'm] going to die."
And people don't seem to get that this isn't about losing weight, really. It's not about being skinny, or "perfect" (no such thing, really), or in control, or pretty. And they don't seem to understand that their concern is twisted, intertwined, consanguine with the eating disorder. Anorexia nervosa is "fed" (ha, punny) by those sorts of words.
If you're really so concerned, why don't you help me make the calls, fill out the paperwork...anything to help me in the way I've asked you? No, you want to help me
your way. See, in a way, you use the eating disorder as "your control," too, right? You're able to take away the money ("no scale for you, young lady"); you're able to make excuses for why you turn your back to me when I speak; you're able to treat me so poorly because you have to "put up" with a mentally ill wife. Is that it, and the comments just help soothe your aching conscience?
I sure wonder sometimes.
I don't like being called "pallid" or "tired-looking," because the next day, I'll actually take a shower ("ah, the first time I've bathed in a week!") and brush my hair, and suddenly I "look like [I'm] taking care of myself; [I] look like [I'm] taking care of my health- good job!" Or at least, in accordance with random acquaintances that know little to nothing about me, and base my health on my physical appearance (which I spent a good hour or two on). It's all just so confusing: Am I sick? Or am I well? Which one? Because I'm tired of being told I need to be in a hospital, and then within the next 24 hours, being told that I look all fine and dandy.
But really, I'm just venting. The last week has been a rollercoaster; the last three days have been amazing. I've found it, guys. I have. This time, I cannot give up. Period.
More than 15 years with this, but this time, things are going to happen. I cannot, will not die.
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