Me in my mind in a restaurant...
My ed: you look so fucking fat like wtf you don’t deserve to eat
My depression: eat everything. No one cares anyway. It won’t matter because you’ll be dead anyway.
My anxiety: but what if someone sees me eat? I’ll look like a whale!! Oh god what do we do??? Ugh.
Me: ok I’ll just eat something healthy. I’ll take a salad.
Me: ok well I’m starving wtf do you want me to do. I haven’t eaten in 18 hours.
My ed: good. You gonna be skinni Queen In no time.
My anxiety: but what if people start to question why I’m not eating anything?
My ed: make up and excuse goddamit you’ve done this before.
My depression: no one will care enough to worry if you’re eating or not.
Me: ok ya know what what if I just die