Christmas. A time of presents, family and overindulgence... Not for me. Granted the presents were present (no pun intended) but the culinary element was terrifying.
This is officially the Hardest Christmas of my life, as my ED was screaming at me. Every mince pie, turkey morsel or anything for that matter, was torturous. Yes, this year ED fucking hated me more than ever.
As if I don't have enough to struggle with, my boyfriends sister is continuing her wonderful weight loss success story, and eating like a mouse. I can't stand being around her, which in turn sparks feelings if jealousy, guilt, self loathing and the ever increasing ana envy.
Stupid fucking ED. Get out of my head.
From Under the Ivy Tree: Snippets of confusion from a life more ordinary
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