For years I was hungry and I didn't know why. So I listened to you. You told me that my hunger was a weakness. You told me that hunger was a challenge. With you in my head I was never good enough for me. Through the lens you provided me, the mirror always showed me the places I was flawed, the reason I was ugly, the promise that no one would ever want me.
I thought you were my friend. I thought you were just trying to help me take control of my life and make a better me. But all you were doing was belittling me, shaming me. You told me that my friends and family were stupid, wrong, or lying when they expressed concern for me. You convinced me that you were the only one who truly cared for me.
It's time for you to leave. I want to look in the mirror and like what I see, and I realize that that is never going to happen under your treatment. I want to be healthy again, and that isn't something you want too. So you have to go.
I'm already starting to see what the world might be like without you whispering in my ear. I'm starting to feel again. I'm starting to think that self-worth is more important than you are. I'm starting to see that my friends and family were right about you. Thank you for testing my strength, for showing me that I can get through this pain, but I don't need you anymore.
I'm starting to get the hunger back.