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ED I miss my eating disorder. I realize that that is a nutso thing to say. But I do miss the old ED sometimes. It was my best friend, my lover, my family, all in one, all of those things. I'm beyond my ED now, but I miss it like an abusive boyfriend...so comfortable and yet so bad for me. My love is SO good for me...he makes me so comfortable with myself. I feel so happy with myself because of him. But, sometimes, I want to fuck myself up again. I won't, though. Miss These?
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