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.

All we have to decide is what to do with the time that is given us.
J.R.R. Tolkien  (via wanderers-haven)

I am the definition of forever alone.