Sometimes, I miss having an eating disorder. And then I remember how people would like me for the wrong reasons like that I look weak so they feel strong. Likehow I could barely do anything other than care about how I looked and would feel physicallyweak. How insecure and how unhealthy I looked. And how unhappy I was. Too tired to enjoy being skinny. F*** being a skeleton. I’d rather eat than be swinged around and be mentally weak. Conforming to society isn’t what I want.