"I never promised you a rose garden. I never promised you perfect justice . . .The only reality I offer is challenge, and being well is being free to accept it or not at whatever level you are capable. I never promise lies, and the rose-garden world of perfection is a lie"
It became a routine, a way of life. I didn’t even think of it as having an eating disorder. I was just living life; I didn’t bother to dwell on the fact that most others didn’t skip consecutive meals and obsess over inconsequential things. Acceptance of my problems came later; I didn’t see anything wrong with what I was doing. I was miserable in one sense, and euphoric in another.