really close friends already know. letting others know (strangers especially) that you're suffering from an eating disorder, is honestly terrifying. one time, when i was hospitalised (psych ward), some random girl asked me what am i doing here and later said "seriously? you don't look like an anorexic". even though i was diagnosed, had a bmi around 16 at that time, i felt so fucking invalidated. now that i have bmi 17 or something, i don't in fact look ill (even though it is literally a mental illness, so technically your appearance doesn't matter, but, whatever) i have started paying more attention to what i'm saying in various conversations (body mass, weight loss, looks, beauty, personal struggles - you know the drill). at the same time, as sick as it sounds, it gives me some mad sense of power, you know? i am lying like a politician all the time; about me being fully recovered and not wanting to lose any more weight. cause the thing is - i want to. obviously. i am currently at my lowest point (mentally-wise) in life ever. i want to look like i'm about to die any second. i want everyone to be worried. disgusted and completely shocked by my physical state, so they can finally understand, how much i am struggling with basically everything. honestly, i just want somebody to care. then, disappear. as if i was never there.