197) Tonight my sister and I were just having some time together talking while I study. She hugged me around my stomach while I was bent over sitting so my stomach bulged so I jokingly said “Not now, I’m fat” because we just ate. Then she seriously asks me “Do you really think you’re fat? Like you need to lose weight all the time and starve yourself?” It caught me off-guard. I didnt have the heart to tell her all I had secretly went through for years, the up and down cycle of first restricted eating, then anorexia and recovery, then to relapse into bulimia and recover for good. “No of course not. I know I have to eat.” “Ok good. I wouldn’t want you to go to the extreme and hurt yourself and be unhealthy.” Maybe someday I can tell her what I really did, but right now it’s too soon. I love my sister
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