All i seem to be getting from my mother at the moment is "you're not eating properly" "you're getting anorexic" fuck off mother. if i choose to restrict my calories and fucking make myself vomit, i'm 21 years old and i will do what i fucking please. don't try and tell me i'm not fat, because that is complete and utter bollocks. Daniel is telling me i'm not fat, but i am. i actually feel guilty when i eat now. when i was at m's i didn't eat for four days straight... felt damn good. today have had some peas with a bit of gravy on them.... 153 calories altogether... still too much.