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Originally Posted by callystia
Ah, Chica. *hugs to you*
Are you hungry, and just keeping yourself from eating because you're afraid? Or do you just feel like you ought to eat? Sometimes after a purge I still feel so sick to my stomach that putting food in it would be the worst idea of all.
I think that's been the hardest part for me, remembering how to tell if I'm actually, physically hungry. I've abused myself for so long that I had completely forgotten what it feels like to eat normally. *sigh*
I read something here on the site yesterday and thought of you. You may have seen it: someone had the suggestion made to her that she carry around a photograph of herself as a little girl. Whenever she started feeling bad about herself, she was instructed to take out the photo, and say all the nasty things she was thinking, to the little girl. Obviously, this is hard to do, and it's an excellent illustration that we all need to be more gentle and loving to ourselves. Because we carry those little girls around inside us, and they still need love, care and sensitivity.
I think maybe you need to remember yours, and how special she is.
Thanks robin.
Thanks for that lovely thought callystia.

I hadn't seen it so thank you for bringing it to my attention.
I was afraid to eat because although I was a bit hungry I was afraid that eating would send me off to binging and purging again. And it did. My parents were being "thoughtful" and came home with a pizza for me. It was the worst pizza ever, but I ate it and dutifully threw it back up.

I realize that they were just trying to bring home some dinner for me but, I think that I need to remind them again NOT to buy anything for me unless I expressly ask for it....otherwise we end up with that situation.
Worst still-- after purging I told my parents that the pizza was awful and that I had just threw some of it up. To which my dad said "see, you said that I was going to make you go off your diet, and I really helped your diet." He said this jokingly, but still it wasn't a very good thing to say, even if he doesn't know about my secret. My mom then said "don't even joke about that, we don't want her becoming bulimic."
Right. We wouldn't want that.

And this was after I got really uncalled for anorexic comments from my aunt at Thanksgiving.
I mean, my family loves me and tries to do things that they think are good for me, but they don't often get that right.