I'm scared. Terrified infact.
I can feel my stomach and thighs growing. I can feel myself getting fatter every second.
But I can overcome this fear.
And until then why should I let it dominate my life?
Why shouldn't I have a day without ana, where I pretend to be normal again.
Maybe the key to recovery is going on living life, and letting ana take a backseat to it.
I know I have an eating disorder but why should everyday, every decision be affected by it?
So today yes I woke up in panic but I went on with my life. I went to school, talked to my friends, went to class. I realised that I can be normal again.
Sure it may take a little bit of acting, but what's the harm in that?