My parents are “policing” the food.
They say it’s not me but in actuality, it is.
I confront them about it saying I feel like you’re trying to put me on a diet.
The other night I heard something along the lines of wishing I was anorexic. To be honest, I’m really wishing I was too. I haven’t eaten in days and I honestly just want to not eat. I want to wither into noting.
I don’t want to converse or be comforted. Honestly, things like that I stopped wishing for.