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Did I mention that my ex-boyfriend's entire family was also convinced that I had eating disorder? Or that every single doctor I go to asks me if I have one before I tell them anything about myself, and it was something my shrink felt the need to talk about, too.
Sometimes I wonder if I have an eating disorder- I mean, I'm accused of it so much, I start to think, "hey, maybe I have a raging eating disorder and I'm in denial!"
But then I'm like "but I eat when I'm hungry, I don't throw up my food, I don't limit my carbs, I don't take pills, and I don't excercise. Hmmm."
Maybe I should binge five times a day and get really fat and then I'll never have to hear about it again.
Or maybe I should save every meal I eat for when I'll be around people, so I can showcase the fact that I'm eating.
Or maybe I should just say "screw my intestinal wall!!!" and eat what everybody else is eating- who cares if I get sick?
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