I've spent the past few months battling anorexia, and I'm to the point where it's so much easier to give up the fight than it is to keep fighting. My boyfriend convinced me to eat, at least when I'm around him, but whenever I do, my body rejects it completely. I got to the point where I started eating more on purpose just because it would make me feel like I was trying to get out of the hole I was in, knowing full well that it would all come right back up. Somehow that's kind of satisfying. I know I'm still at the point where I don't really want help. I still get excited every time someone comments on how much weight I've lost and how good I look. It's so tempting to just completely give up the fight and let it take over. Any advice?
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