I am a recovering bulimic.

"Recovering" might not even be the right word - the bulimic part of my brain is still broken. It's just that now (thank goodness) I refuse to listen to those evil urges. Every day is a struggle. It's hard to tell yourself that you're normal when you see a fat person in your reflection (my BMI is great - it's all in my head). I have to tell my brain that it's wrong constantly, and that it is ok to enjoy food / not compulsively binge on crap food.

Not sure if anybody is reading this (this seems to be a sleepy DU group), but I got help and so can you. It's not a platitude - it's true.

Not really sure why I'm even posting this, but w/e. I guess I just hope it helps someone somehow. Maybe a random Googler? Go talk to a therapist like I did.

I may regret posting this, but not more than I regret my disorder.