My parents have gone to the wildest form of panic about my eating disorder I have ever seen. They dig through the trash, look through my room, and pester me about everything I eat. To my parents, 2 egg yolks in the trash means I don’t eat the yolks at all. When in reality, I eat 2 whole eggs and ADD 2 egg whites for extra protein and volume. Great logic there, “supportive” family. I’m so done with these accusations that I’m not doing what I need to be doing when in reality, I’ve made great progress.
I am the definition of forever alone.