So you think an eating disorder is a choice?
That’s okay, you’re not alone.
But humour me, if you will; and ask read yourself the following statements.
If eating disorders are a choice then…
I chose to feel constantly ashamed of my body.
I chose to be forced to go home from work because I was on the verge of fainting.
I chose to hide in a restaurant bathroom for ten minutes because two girls were making fun of me for throwing up and I didn’t want them to see how fat I really was.
I chose to cry in the mornings getting dressed and looking at my body.
I chose to leave social outings and vomit.
I chose to drink too much so it wouldn’t hurt as bad when I puked.
I chose to search for validation in the wrong places.
I chose to work out in my blistering hot apartment until I was on the verge of passing out.
I choose to not love myself.
I choose to have gained so much weight in recovery.
I choose to think that no one can really love me because of how I look.
I choose to avoid public outings because I don’t want unnecessary people to have to see me.
I choose to be scared of eating in front of people I don’t know.
I choose to be afraid to exercise.
I choose to look at old photos and miss how I used to look.
I chose to do this to myself?
Would you choose this?