A day in the life of 'atypical' anorexia.

On the walk home I dispose of all the hidden morsels of food at a bin in a park. I count my steps as I go, trying to control every little bit of what I am doing. See, I'm different now. I'm one of those people that has self control. I am 30kg down and suddenly everyone is treating my differently. Mum is happier with how I look, when I go out I no longer feel like I stick out like a sore thumb, and I have a boyfriend now. I must be doing the right thing, surely. Besides, I can't have a problem, my BMI is still 22.5, that's way above what would ever be considered an eating disorder. Even my GP is happy with my weight loss, he was the one always saying I needed to lose weight to help my asthma.