"and when, after fifteen years of binging, barfing, starving, needles and tubes and terror and rage, and medical crises and personal failure and loss after loss- when, after all this, you are in your early twenties and staring down a vastly abbreviated life expectancy, and the eating disorder still takes up half your body, half your brain, with its invisible eroding force, when you have spent a majority of your life sick, when you do not yet know what it means to be “well” or “normal”, when you doubt that those words even have meaning anymore, there are still no answers. you will die young, and you have no way to make sense of that fact. you have this: you are thinwhoop-de-fucking-dee"