I have been doing a lot of thinking. I think a lot. I think sometimes I do it a little too much. However, lately it’s been put to good use. I have been considering what exactly I want from life, and why I do not have it already. I realize that a lot of what keeps me from attaining the goals that I want is an eating disorder. It has taken me a long time to admit to myself that it is serious and it is an eating disorder. Attaining a weight of 464 pounds takes more than just a passing problem with food. But, then I considered something else. Attaining a weight of 464 pounds takes more than even a dangerous problem with food.
I then considered what exactly makes someone try to eat themselves to death. I realized that there were more reasons than I can count. But mostly it just came down to feeling alone, and feeling like I had no real value to other people. Now personally I’ve never had a problem with inner value. Which has made it difficult for me to see that I had a problem with self esteem. I always knew that I was smart. I always knew that I was talented. I always knew that I could do pretty darn good. But I never considered that I could be fabulous. Not just a little bit, but a lot. The reason I never thought I could be fabulous is pretty silly, I just plain didn’t think anyone else would ever see in me what I had a pretty good idea was there. That is the core of my eating disorder. I don’t believe ANYONE will ever really see me, and even if they say they do, and they say they like what they see, I don’t believe them. Why? I couldn’t tell you.
So this brought me right back to what do I really want from life? I want people to see me.
Now if I cant even see me, who can? I have so much flesh wrapped around my soul, screaming “DON’T LOOK!”, that no one can see anything but my sickness. They call it different things. Some feel sorry for me. Some just snicker. Some may not even really think about it. Maybe some couldn’t care less either way. But even they don’t see me, because I am too busy getting them to look at anything else. Anything at all, just please don’t peer inside because what I really am may be there.
It doesn’t make any sense. I know that now, which is a good thing. I realize being what I want to be is the only thing that will get me where I want to go. When you finally get a glimpse of real life after living in a husk for ten years, food just doesn’t seem as delicious.
Sincerely,
Blue



to myself!
Barb just happend to be the last poster and happened to have a topic I could hopefully help in.


