Weird looking at some pictures from certain periods of the last year. The pictures where I think I look the best or the skinniest are from strange times.

Like, I look at them and wish I was always that skinny. And then I remember that at those points I was, at most, eating 600 calories a day. I literally wasn't eating. I just wasn't.

Surviving off a diet of anxiety and applesauce.

And that's not even a little bit healthy. I may think I look good in those pictures, but the anxiety isn't worth that.

Filed under, things to remember when I'm dissatisfied with how I look.