I hate food. I hate putting it into this body that just craves more...But I love food. I fucking loathe it. I want it all the time, it makes me feel good. BUT...
I hate these stretch marks. I hide my true self behind my clothes...so I appear so nice and good-looking. so healthy. Curvy...
Maybe I don't give a fuck about being healthy. Maybe I don't want to eat.
But I know I don't have enough willpower to begin.
And I know that that's a good thing that I don't begin, that I continue to eat...
But I hate it. I hate my rationality. I hate being logical, being good to my body.
Am I actually asking for an eating disorder?...
Hm. I don't know if I can say that that's normal.
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