How I met my goal weight eating only Easy Mac. (click bait title).

“You look GREAT. So tiny!”

I replied, “Because I am not eating.”

The words just came out of my fucking mouth. Like vomit. Like my food.

I wasn’t actively trying not to eat. I just COULDN’T.

I went weeks and weeks without being able to keep food down.

I will forever remember the first “meal” I stomached. It was ‘Elsa’ Easy Mac from Frozen. I was at my dad’s house. It was a Friday night. I remember taking small bites, one after another, waiting (dreading) to see how my body would react. “I DID IT! I ate!” What a pitiful victory. Or perhaps, a monumental one.

To this day, I still pack it, just in case. Easy Mac is my security blanket.

I will not lie, despite my body physically failing me, I loved how it looked. I was finally at my “goal weight," which IS a healthy weight, but the path to get there certainly was not.

I have since gained ALL of those pounds back, plus some. I don’t always love how I look in the mirror. I look at photos from that time and wish I was still that skinny. But, it doesn’t matter, you know? Because, I may be 18 pounds heavier (which is a lot on a five-foot frame), but I no longer have consistent suicidal thoughts.

The next time you feel the desire to comment on someone’s weight (EVEN IF SEEMINGLY POSITIVE), just don’t. Do. Not. Do. It. Unless you have direct insight regarding why the fluctuation occurred and are close enough with the person to KNOW that your comments will not be damaging.