I don’t need counseling or healing or help or anything because I’ve never been sick and my life is not in danger and I’ve never had anorexia!!! I don’t need anything and there’s nothing wrong with me anymore!!! I’m eating and I’m fat and I’m not cutting or making myself throw up so I’M FINE!!!
No, I have to be sick in order to recover and I’m not sick in the slightest. I don’t even have an ED anymore. I might have had one once, but I lost it completely and now I’m a slave to food. Food is my captor, forcing health into me when I would rather be an invisible skeleton.