I tried to hide in the bathroom, but I really couldn’t. I tried to hide the extra food that I was eating at night in recovery even, because I felt so ashamed for being so hungry. No human eye was on me. I was crying, because I had just stepped on the scale for the … 50th time that day. And that number made me ‘feel fat.’ It defined me; I thought it did. It was all secret, I thought. My eyes couldn’t see anything but myself. I searched:
Weight Loss Strategies
and more … thinking … or acting like I couldn’t be seen.