#anamoa

My (recovering?) brain planning the next days in this very second:

I used to be a binge eater. I used to restrict for long periods. Then eat everything in sight. I used to be uncontrolled and I loved eating. I hated it, but I loved it.

Now everything’s different. I’ve lost interest in eating, I smoke a lot of weed. I’m a full time student, studying two subjects. I’m a nurse on my days off, working in hospitals to pay my bills. I should have a semesterbreak rn, all I have is a full time nurse job to be able to pay my stuff. Work is exhausting. I don’t have any appetite. Sometimes I don’t eat for 24h and more only because I can not think of a single food that wouldn’t disgust me. I can not finish a normal sized meal, my stomach feels full, I feel sick.

I’ve lost a lot of weight the past few weeks, I feel my body becoming weaker, I see my tired reflection in the mirror, I feel the dizziness in the morning at work.

For the first time in my life I can see my rib bones right under my collarbones, like my upper rib cage. It’s scary. But I still don’t like my legs, my arms? I hate it. I look bony and dainty in some parts, almost too thin for my disordered ass brain. And other parts are still wiggly and too big.

And now I’m like

What if she saw

What if she looked at the top instead and focused on the name