I’m fussy. I’m cranky. I’m sick of having to deal with the food that my husband brings home. I have to eat it and then throw it up secretly because it would be MORE weird if I didn’t eat it at all. Grr. >:/
Bulimia & Multiple Sclerosis & Depression. The holy trinity of a sick girl. Trying to make it through these diseases and come out on the other side more whole. Eating disordered for more years than not; addicted to beauty, male models, true crime, the unusual, my husband, color, pills, The Golden Girls, QaF, 80's new wave & progressive trance music, and binging/purging - and most of all, hiding what I really am from everyone. All we have is each other now, darling ~ let me help you ~ you've already helped save me.
Days B/P Free:0
Longest Purge-Free Day Streak:9 proud days ending 11.20.11 (since 11.09.10)
Days B/P Free:0
Longest Purge-Free Day Streak:9 proud days ending 11.20.11 (since 11.09.10)
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