I love you but you need to let me go, please. I can't keep doing this, because you are destroying me, and then I'll be better for a few months, and then you come back. You can't just keep coming back whenever you please, I need to get my life back. And if my life doesn't include a flat stomach or a thigh gap, that has to be enough. Please let that be enough. I've been trying so hard but you're stronger.

I won't eat tomorrow, okay? I can't eat if I'm over 120, and I ate so much today that I'll have to be over 120. I won't eat, and then you'll love me, okay? I'm gonna love myself. I'm sorry that I ate so much today, I thought it would make me happy.

I just need to remember how happy I felt when I let you help me. Nothing's ever brought me joy like when I'm on the right side of the scale.

you give me unimaginable pain but still I come back to you, because I love you and you feel like home

I don’t think I can recover anymore. Anorexia is a bitch but she’s too hard not to listen to. I don’t want to be in this body anymore.

you impacted my life tremendously. almost killed me at points. i still didn’t see a problem. and no one else did either. i was just that skinny girl. skipping meals without anyone noticing. getting insanely thin without anyone noticing. some people encouraged you to come into my life not knowing what the damage would be. i know you’re coming back. i feel you.

you destroyed me entirely but i keep coming back bc i find comfort in the emptiness