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Food


I don't have a healthy relationship with food. I know I don't. Sometimes I don't eat. Sometimes I eat too much. But either way, I hate myself for it. So I limit myself, Don't eat this, Only eat that. Then break my own rules. I don't have a healthy relationship with food. I know I don't. It's abusive, It's brutal. It reduces me to tears. It may sound extreme, But it happens. I don't have a healthy relationship with food. I know I don't. But I have no idea how to fix it. And I'm too scared to ask anyone for help.
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bluebrymilk

I am just a girl, Working as hard as she can. Just that wacky girl, In a frying pan. In my little world, All is very hot. Because in a frying pan, Cold is something we're not.

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