This morning I’ve received a lovely message from Meg:
“I hope you binged, bitch! And I hope you’ll get fat!”
Where does this hatred come from?
Are you envious of my recovery?
Why do I make you feel that way?
Do you read my blog secretly hoping I’ll slip? Fail? Crash? Burn?
Well, yesterday I almost did. I had a tough day. I had a fight with my BF. I stayed home instead of going to dinner with him and our friends. I just build up a castle of anxiety around me and my exhausted mind chose food fantasies as the primarily escape method.
No I did not binge, nor purged. I had a bigger snack than I had planned to: some rose wine, strawberries, melon, cheese and grapes.
I did my best, and hopefully I won’t get fat.
Please don’t hate me for trying, for recovering, for sharing my story. I’m sorry if I make you despise me. Please don’t read here. Go away, Meg.
My fellow blogger friends, do you receive anonymous messages too? How do you deal with it?