Can't remember since when, but in past many years I'd stopped eating after each time someone broke my heart. Sometimes that's because my body rejected any food (like last time I actually went on for 3 days without ANY food and had to force myself to eat something as I almost fainted,) and sometimes it's just a tactics I used to take my mind off things.
Yeah, I think my heart is too easily broken, it's stupid, I know, though it only happens once every few years. (Coz I basically don't meet that many people.)
This time I stopped, because I had to put myself to numbness, kind of like a faked state of forgetfulness, tranquility, euphoria if you like, and then just carried on not eating from there. Lost a stone in weight, and must say I look rather good. A little haggard, because I was sad (can't deny that I still am a little), but looking trimmed nonetheless.
I don't actually believe in thiness = beauty, therefore I didn't lose weight to get back at someone, or feel better about my body image, but it was about being in control of my life. I do know many people with eating disorders do such things to feel control over their lives, because they have much bigger problems they can't possibly manage / eliminate.
I know people do look at me now when I am out, and that is probably because I feel more confident, not because I am slimmer, but because I am more comfortable with the fact I am in charge of my life completely. Even when my dog eats my collection of rubber duckies, I still feel in control as oppose to when I was under someone else's influence. (That's love, maaan, who needs it?)
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