A new coworker of mine was speaking about a friend of his, how she tried a new diet and now looks anorexic so she’s going back to her original ways of eating. I overheard someone at my college talking about how fucked up bulimia is because who would WANT to puke?! I’m sure my eyes told these people everything I was thinking. I’m 23 years old, my struggle with bulimia started when I was just 11. I have yet to escape my torment. Though anorexia has been a shadow of a memory for these last 18 months. It comes and goes as it pleases. I will never be far from these impulses and rituals. It has been my steepest mountain to climb, and I was only given a pair of flip flops. I have been scarily underweight and I have been considered obese for my height. My struggle is always there. I may be at a low “healthy” weight now but I am far from it. My cheeks are puffy, my eyes sunken, my jaw muscles and bones protruding, cracked burning lips have become the star feature of my face and I can’t stop myself. I don’t want this. No one does. I wish ignorant people would educate or excuse themselves from the conversation. I don’t need your judgment, I have enough of my own.