I'll never deny that being that thin gave me a certain amount of social currency during my adolesence in the early 2000s, which I certainly did not hesitate to cash in on at times. But it was NOT worth it. My body felt like TRASH.

My life IS great though. I love my job, I have a great marriage, I have a nice apartment close to work and amenities, my cats are cute. I saw lots of birds on my hike today. But apparently this is not enough to stop my brain from chewing on itself like an itchy dog.

My brain has been like a dog chewing on itself for the better part of three months and this Did Not Help, but at least I have a large and well-maintained regional parks system that I get to take a hike in this weekend.

Put another way, I think people are more scared of drinking something that they think could kill anyone, versus experiencing a condition that they believe could never happen to them—even though it very well could

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