…lets say a hot chocolate and a slice of cake with the caption “a large hot chocolate made with full fat milk and a slice of cake I think looks absolutely delicious and I will try to enjoy every bite”, that is when I adore you. That is when I want to be you. That is when I’m proud of you. And here’s the thing. Everyone can choose to enjoy food again. I’m serious. It’s immensely hard, but it’s possible. As long as you full out try and do your best, I think you’re awesome and amazing and absolutely great. Telling everyone on Instagram that your breakfast bowl contains “no-fat milk and 0 sugar cereal” does no good at all. It doesn’t make me like you more just because it’s no-fat milk. I do this too, but it just needs to be said. It doesn’t make me feel sorry for you. It makes me pity you. It makes me wonder why you’re not trying harder. And the same goes for me. This is called tough love. I’m not saying any of this to hurt you, or make you feel sad. I’m telling you this so that the times when you post a post that you’ve written COMPLETELY without your eating disorder, you can feel special. When you gain weight, please know that I adore you for being so incredibly awesome. I think it’s EXTREMELY great when you try your absolute hardest to recover. You just have to decide to do it, every single day until Ana is dead. But if it goes the other way around, so that you die before she does, I would not think you’ve accomplished something. I would see it as you choosing to waste your life. And as before, the same goes for me. If I don’t start recovering for real right now, the time I waste on this disease, is my own fudging fault, and absolutely no one will be proud of me for it. 💕🎉💕 I absolutely love this. I remember seeing it on Instagram once and it really inspired me. Because it’s true. Recovery isn’t easy it’s tough and it’s one of the hardest things you will ever have to do
