Hey you - nearly everything that you've said resonates exactly with what I was trying to put into words. I love it!

7:00 p.m. hit and I swallowed the last bit of food in my mouth. I used to be an anorexic, then a binge eater, now dealing with bulimia, so food was an integral part of my life.

In my family, my father made delicious food [he's going to open his own restaurant on the Canary Islands.. or somewhere around there]. My family was always seeking love, and we found it through food. It seems we had a hard time expressing affection unless it was on a plate, and edible. :)

But food never seemed to be 'right' with me. It just felt normal to not eat, to be without food.

It's my emotions that scream for it, and the reason why I give in.

Thanks again so much for your support. I really look forward to this.

Much much love, you are so gorgeous inside and out,
~Papillon