**TW: contain mild references to ED-related behaviours. Please proceed only if you are comfortable with the subject matter.**
This post takes the same direction as the one I published yesterday.
As I scrolled through my Twitter feed yesterday morning (@imillnotcrazy), I came across this article:
It’s a fascinating read, and rings true with me*. I’ve never described my issues around food as a desire to be thin. Not in the conventional sense, anyway -I don’t aspire to images of painfully thin women in glossy magazines. Rather, its always been something I’ve felt I could control, when everything else goes to shit…my mind may be in turmoil much of the time, but I count calories, restrict my intake, watch the bones come up to meet my skin, and all is right with the world. The irony, of course, is that beyond a certain point I’m far from ‘in control’.