No one thinks you’re sick until you are that skeleton walking down the street that everyone stops and stares at in disgust and awe. No one thinks you have an eating disorder until you look like the definition. I don’t know what to do. I feel like I don’t have “permission” to get help until enough people look at me and think I need it. When will that day come, though? That day might not come until it is too late.
Blood is thicker than water but syrup is thicker than blood, so technically, pancakes are more important than family. - Anonymous (via d-emonheart)