The Night I Couldn't Swallow the Truth
I sat at the kitchen table, picking at cold rice, rehearsing the words in my head. My parents were in the next room, laughing at some TV show. I wondered if they’d still laugh if they knew how much it hurt to eat in front of them.
I wanted to tell them everything—the counting, the hiding, the fear that every meal was a test I was failing. But I kept thinking, what if they don’t understand? What if they think it’s just a phase, or worse, their fault?
I told myself I’d wait for the right moment. But the truth is, there’s never a right moment to say, "I don’t know how to eat without hating myself."
Sometimes, the hardest part isn’t asking for help. It’s admitting you need it.
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