I’ve been warring this eating disorder since my teenage years.
I think I’m finally winning.
Yesterday, I went out for a bowl of PASTA. I ate and chewed my food and stopped when I was full and didn’t feel depressed after. My boyfriend and I cried a bit with happiness in the Italian restaurant. I didn’t convince myself my tummy was huge once I had eaten. I woke up today feeling flatter than before, in fact.
Hey, what’s for breakfast?
So I got my ears pointed, that’s a thing.