Dating Anorexia

I’m in a fairly new relationship, but I’m still in my old one – an affair do you say? Sort of. I’m cheating on anorexia with my boyfriend.

Every time I say no to the food rules, that I say I want to enjoy a meal with him rather than eat like I normally do, every time I say I’ll walk 10 minutes less, that I want to spend more time with him rather than walking, I’m cheating on anorexia. I’m cheating on the thing trying its hardest to kill me. I’m cheating on the thing trying to ruin my current relationships, friends, romantic, family.

I’m learning to rebel, to do the things that make me feel like I’m a bad person, to do the things that will save my life. Am I good at those things? No. Am I trying to be? Most definitely. I’m learning to be Daniela again, rather than the “Daniela and Anorexia” couple. I’m learning to be a care free Daniela, a restful, calm, kind Daniela who can think about something other than food or exercise, a Daniela who is in friendships and family-ships (yes that’s a word now)(maybe it isn’t but shh) and a relationship. I’m learning to be a Daniela without anorexia – I don’t know what she looks like yet, not the same as I did before and certainly not the same as I do now, but she’s waiting for me. She’ll be here not tomorrow or the next day, but she’s coming. She’s going to be tired and bruised from the fight that got her there but she’ll be alive and happy and lucky to have all the wonderful people in her life that she does.

Sending love, light and joy,

A Daniela who’s a work in progress

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