It’s a strange feeling. Like something that loomed over my head for a long time but I never really acknowledged it. I always knew there was something wrong. I have become so used to the fact that I’m lightweight and skinny that it has become normal for me to eat this little.
A doctor just told me that I have an eating disorder and that I should get professional help.
Part of me is glad that he brought it up and another part is just fucking puzzled. I always thought that eating disorders involved binge-eating and throwing up and feeling guilty for eating at all.
To me, eating is just not that important.