Eating sometimes feels like clockwork
and I know what I’m suppose to do:
Now that I’m heavier again no one asks how I’m doing, which I like, I can have water in place of meals again.
Recovery is sort of funny, another word for recovery is guilt.
Sometimes I’ll go a whole day without eating and then these cliche quotes start flooding in, love yourself, your body is a temple.
Then the facts tag along, you will die if start doing this again.
Your body will go into starvation mode and save the fat, I learned that in health class.
Losing all the weight gave me a sort of high, I know that’s sick, and I don’t wish this on anyone.