Maybe the reason I have chosen to succumb to my anorexia is because I'm tired of being seen as the "golden one". I am tired of seeming strong and like I can take life by the horns. People who know my past look at me and think "oh, she can overcome anything" when really I was barely able to get through high school. I'm tired of sitting on everyone's pedestal high above the clouds when I feel like I'm six feet under ground. Maybe that's why I can't/don't fight this anymore, because my head is so stubborn that it refuses to believe anyone saying that I CAN beat this and I WILL make it. I want to prove everyone wrong so I am self sabotaging my own life just to spite everyone around me. Because look where I ended up after my parents thought I could accomplish anything. I'm right back where I started.