I’ve come to a belief that everyone must apparently have an eating disorder or something. If it’s not one thing, it’s another. My feeling that my ED gives me significance is, of course, false. One in five women have an eating disorder, so why should I feel special or unique? It’s the stupidest thing! You know what I think? I don’t even have a real eating disorder at all, I’m just making it all up! Making it up because I think that for some reason it will give me significance. But it’s not real, nothing’s real. And do you know what else I think? I don’t think there is any escape. Call it lack of trust, call it unbelief ‘cause that’s what it is, but I don’t think there’s ever a true way out.