wtf mom

My mom is suffocating me. If you’ve seen my other posts, you know I have issues with food; now my mom thinks everything I do is because of my eating disorder. She also thinks she knows exactly how I feel—she tells me things like, "Just eat the right portions so you don't feel the urge to throw up; control yourself." And I’m just like, "Mom, why do you think I throw up in the first place?" Sometimes I just tell her what she wants to hear so she’ll leave me alone. Sometimes we’ll be acting totally normal at the supermarket, and she’ll grab some random treat and say, "I’m going to buy this for you so you can eat it without guilt, blah, blah, blah," and then launch into a whole lecture about how food is good and how I need to stop purging. Sometimes I just want to run far, far away from here. I like watching birds fly high in the sky—sometimes it even makes me dizzy—and I wish I had wings

I want to be light enough to fly.