After the meeting I just got out of, I caught my full reflection, sideways, in a window. I’m thin, I guess. I don’t feel it. I guess it’s that whole body dysphoria thing… and not having a scale. After my eating debacle last night (two moderate binge/purge cycles), I’ve kinda committed to not eating today. I know that’s not the right thing to do and I may not go though with it but thinking about eating is just freaking me out a bit right now. I don’t know. Maybe I’ll have something small… later… maybe. I do not like this.