I am here writing, as are many, about my life. For me my life is anorexia, the eating disorder that has consumed me (no pun intended... seriously!). Maybe through journalling the daily grind I will find some pathway out of this hell, some way to connect my old self to this new and strange me.
Cliche' I know to quote Marya in an ED blog, but now words ring as true to me: "It (anorexia) is, at the most basic level, a bundle of contradictions: a desire for power that strips you of all power. A gesture of strength that divests you of strength. A wish to prove that you need nothing, that you have no human hungers, which turns on itself and becomes a searing need for the hunger itself. It is an attempt to find an identity, but ultimately it strips you of any sense of yourself, save the sorry identity of "sick".
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