Cat Dancer
MVP
I was never going to go to this place again inside my head. I thought I wouldn't, but I am there again.
I though I would be happier at a certain size, a certain weight, they came and went and so I set it at something lower and then lower and now it's (I know) irrationally low and dangerous.
So I was thinking, throw the scales away? I can do that, but what about the clothes' sizing. It's all so random anyway. You can wear one size in one store and a completely different size in another store.
And who really cares what size I am? Really? Isn't it more important what is in my heart and my soul and how I treat people? I certainly don't judge people by size. I hate this obsession.
I don't know how I have gotten caught up in this again. I think eating very little must have some kind of effect on the brain in that you don't see things rationally and I wasn't really seeing things rationally before. I guess it is an illness.
But I don't want to be here again. And yet I am. I am determined to fight this, but I am so tired and weak I think. I am sure this is contributing to my increased anxiety. I keep telling myself, sometimes things get worse, much worse, before they can get better.
Just rambling.
I though I would be happier at a certain size, a certain weight, they came and went and so I set it at something lower and then lower and now it's (I know) irrationally low and dangerous.
So I was thinking, throw the scales away? I can do that, but what about the clothes' sizing. It's all so random anyway. You can wear one size in one store and a completely different size in another store.
And who really cares what size I am? Really? Isn't it more important what is in my heart and my soul and how I treat people? I certainly don't judge people by size. I hate this obsession.
I don't know how I have gotten caught up in this again. I think eating very little must have some kind of effect on the brain in that you don't see things rationally and I wasn't really seeing things rationally before. I guess it is an illness.
But I don't want to be here again. And yet I am. I am determined to fight this, but I am so tired and weak I think. I am sure this is contributing to my increased anxiety. I keep telling myself, sometimes things get worse, much worse, before they can get better.
Just rambling.