Hunger equals tears because I have to confront the eating disorder. Confronting the eating disorder equals saying goodbye to it (even if slowly). Saying goodbye equals

loss of

everything that I know about myself.

Because everything that I know about myself is somehow tied to my eating disorder.

Why am I in the fetal position, wrapped in my weighted blanket, tears in my eyes, at 3pm on a Tuesday? 

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