I did not know that I had an eating disorder.
I did not know that I had an eating disorder when I became obsessed with my body.
I did not know that I had an eating disorder when I thought thigh gaps were so desirable.
I did not know that I had an eating disorder when I started counting calories.
I did not know that I had an eating disorder when I painted my nails every time I got hungry.
I did not know that I had an eating disorder when I  started missing periods.
I did not know that I had an eating disorder when I was five foot seven and weighed only four pounds over one hundred pounds.
I did not know that I had an eating disorder when I slept more than I used to sleep.
I did not know that I had an eating disorder when I worked out after every meal.
I did not know that I had an eating disorder when the hunger pangs became more of a game to me.
I did not know that I had an eating disorder when I counted every calorie I ate.
I did not know that I had an eating disorder when I felt cold in a warm room.
I did not know that I had an eating disorder, I thought that that was something that would never happen to me.
I did not know that I had an eating disorder when I saw the pop-up ads with the warning signs.
I did not know that I had an eating disorder when I was 15 years old.
Now that I know that I had an eating disorder I have done everything in my power to conquered it.
I have taught myself that I am stronger than my eating disorder.
I am more than just a sick girl.
I have taught myself that in order to live you must eat.
I have taught myself that there is nothing wrong with thighs that touch or a belly that bubbles a little when you sit down.
I have taught myself that you need to eat to survive, and although some days are rough, I get through them.
And I have never been more proud of myself than the time I realized that I have an eating disorder and wanted to do something about it.
I did not know that I had an eating disorder.