“I’m a beautiful mess of contradiction, a chaotic display of imperfection.” ~Sai Marie Johnson I don’t identify as having an .
I don’t struggle with anorexia, bulimia, or binge eating. Yet I exercise precise control of my weight, down to the pound. If I gain a mere two pounds, I can feel it.
First in my stomach. Then in my face. That’s when the self-loathing kicks in. I beat myself up for gaining those two pounds.Read more on tinybuddha.com