Right now I’m thinking I don’t have an eating disorder. It could be just a bad habit I developed in school when I refused to make lunch for myself at home. So I was stuck with the 2 euros my mom gave me. I remember going to the supermarket and buying sweets and other unhealthy stuff and that was my lunch. It may sound stupid now but when I think about being a teenager with depression, it doesn’t.
Still, right now I’m stuck with this habit of eating the bare minimum for the day. At least I hear my stomach screaming for food more often than years ago.