The thing about food, is you can never get away from it. You'll need it eventually, you'll WANT it even. Despite how much I hate food and the struggle it creates within me, I can never completely divorce myself from it.
Is it bad I hate how much I love food? I mean, what did food ever do to me?
Is it really food that I hate? Or is it the way my eating disorder distorts my perception of food?
I'm obviously in quite the mood to ponder.
I wonder when I'll finally be free of this strange conflict always raging in my head. When food will just be food- nourishment, fuel, something to savor and enjoy.