go figure
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you changed my life a million times over. Thanks for everything. Happy Birthday Dylan
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“All I can do is be me, whoever that is.” Bob Dylan
HAPPY BIRTHDAY BOB DYLAN (MAY 24, 1941)
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Thank you. I’m not letting bulimia rule me. I’m the one in charge here, not my ED.
It’s been over a week since I’ve last purged. In fact, once I got out of the ward I went to the beach with ben and had a funnel cake. Go figure. But this morning I realized I was going to be left alone for a majority of the morning and, although I always think I can control myself, the deeply rooted seed of bulimia still sits at the bottom of my belly, waiting to be stirred. I ate an extra bowl of cereal, then had ice cream, then strawberries. Since it’s been so long since I last threw up, all I had to do was lightly push my fingers to the back of my throat and everything came up smooth as butter. 3 more gags and I my stomach was clear. I sat there on the bathroom floor, kind of defeated and kind of relieved. I did not freak out durning my binge. Nor did I cry or struggle with the purging. It was calm and relaxing and familiar. I wanted to shake that feeling but I got up and stared at my flushed face in the mirror and rubbed my hands against my neck and collarbone and felt like I was seeing an old friend again.
I had such a wonderful time last night with Ben. We went to a metal show at the Key Club and then to a sex store. I had such fun that I used it as a way of snapping myself out of the trance I was putting myself in. Bulimia isn’t true happiness. I can’t make the pain go away with vomit. I’ve experienced true happiness and it’s not found hunched over a toilet. It’s not found in an over abundance of food. It’s found in love, and I’m lucky to have that in this moment, with very few friends, a lover, and family. They all express it differently but I feel pretty positive about my recovery when I can remember they are tangible where my disorder is not. My disorder cannot hug me nor love me. It’s held me tightly and now I want it’s grip to loosen round my waist and let me live.
You just made me giggle like a school girl. My soul is Hedi Klum. Fuck, I’m a super model. From one super model to another, thank you. Thank you for understanding and for helping me feel less alone.
you’re right. I just have to look harder. virtual hugs. <3
…I really love this message. thank you.
thank you very much. your message was very sweet to come home to. you are a beautiful person