… is like slipping gently into a warm bath, or putting on that favorite vintage tee that’s so soft and inviting.

Backstory:

Long ago, in a land not so far away,  Boy meets girl, girl falls head over heels in love with boy, boy decides he loves someone else (namely a gal named Mary Jane) more, girl stops eating.  Girl loses a lot of weight, really fast. Gets kinda hot to be honest.  Girl meets man. Man both heals and steals her heart Girl starts eating again. Girl gets fat, Man loves her (and marries her anyway).  Fast forward 5 years, two kids, and almost 100 lbs

Girl is under a lot of stress. Girl stops eating. Girl forgot just how much she really, really likes not eating. Husband is getting worried. Girl finds herself “faking” eating — making snacks when hubby’s not home then either feeding them to the kids or throwing them away and leaving wrappers/plates laying around so he will think she ate.  Girl ate 100 calories yesterday and felt guilty about it.  Girl reminisces about the days where she lived off of 6 Skittles and Diet Coke.  Girl doesn’t even like Diet Coke or Skittles any more, so she ate a piece of cheese yesterday.  Girl still hasn’t eaten anything today and is going to be trying very very very hard to keep it that way.

Can an obese chick be pro-ana? Is that as f*cked up as I think it is? lol  Makes me want to pull out my red bracelets again, and listen to depressing music, and read depressing books (Eclipse anyone? God that book kills me).

I hate being old. I hate being fat. I hate having to be responsible.

Gah.