I call it: my anorexia brain that kicks in. This happens when either my food in take has been restricted, due to medical necessity or because of not feeling hungry. Logic does nothing for the inner voice that whispers: you don't need food; it is bad for you. Look, if you don't eat, how good you will feel about yourself? It is pigs who eat and you don't want to be classed along side pigs do you? Weak people eat and so forth. But happily the inner voice is not continuous and hunger does arrive and I love food anyway and know that it benefits me and thus, this anorexia has never taken over.
I am deeply ashamed of my tummy and just long for it to go flat. It has dimished greatly, but still not as much as I want it to.
Until fairly recently, ashamed of how I look. I discovered that weight gain makes me look like birth mother and having lost weight, I saw a candid photo of me and was shocked that I did not find myself wanting to delete and even more so, because despite being 48 now, in this photo, I looked 20 and been told that I look very young.
But in generally, I am not comfortable being me, which is hard to live with, because I am rather stuck with me.