I Miss My Eating Disorder

What an unhealthy thought, but it was my life at one point and I won't ever forget that, because it makes me who I am. From sixth grade to my freshman year of high school I tortured myself. I was bulimic and suffered from body dysmorphia. Every lunch my mom packed me for school would soon be thrown away in any nearby trash can during lunch, or hidden somewhere. I felt so badly about eating, especially in front of people. All this time later I am really lucky to have persevered and become a whole new person without much damage to my body. I do have my moments when I look in the mirror, and I don't like what I see. Food and I have an interesting relationship... Sometimes it's my friend, and other times I find a way to make it my biggest enemy. I'm just happy I'm not so terrified of it anymore. It's no way to live. Don't compare yourself to others, we all have our demons because we are all living life and face trials and tribulations. Just love yourself. Thought I'd share. :)