I have fingernails, but I am not my fingernails! I've hair, but I am not hair! It's the same right here; I am not fat! I might have fat, but I am not the fat!
I daydream about freedom.
I daydream about appreciating the abundance of food around me; food is a blessing, not a poison!
I daydream about eating dinner, without wanting to kill myself.
I wish to heal and explain to the whole world there's ain't any standard form to beauty.
I want to be free!
Free from putting all of my energy on how to vomit elegantly so that no one could recognize!
I want to be free from wasting money and time on how to perfectly binge and purge, wasting food.
I want to be free from dry skin, falling hair and bleeding lips!
I am here because food gave me power to inject order into a world of chaos.
Food gave me the love, warmth and security.
Food could just remedy the sadness I felt from hurt, pain, depression, bullying, stress, or randomly the loneliness from my father's excessive travelling to make the excessive amounts of money I would vomit in the toilet at the end!
