I've had what seems like a million people ask me about my weight here lately.
Admittedly, I have gained about 3 to 5 pounds but I didn't know that would classify me as "chunky" as one girl put it.
What half of them don't know is I'm a recovering anorexic. Yes, it's been three years since I technically had it, but anorexia is in you, it never goes away and it's always right beneath the surface.
I've been tempted a lot over the past month to do it.
"I'm just going to skip one meal. I mean, come on, it's just one meal." But oh how well do I know that that "one meal" soon turns into all three meals. It's easier to so my urges now. I have Amanda, my best friend who suffered from both anorexia and bulimia. She reminds me that I'm better than this disease. And that's truly what it is; a disease.
But with encouragement, people I love, and POSITIVE comments; I can overcome this once again.
:)
