I left this comment earlier today on a post that felt like it could have been ripped from my own diary back in 10th grade. It made me realize that I almost never post about the good things here, and there really is so much good in my life, even with my physical and mental health problems. My husband and I have been trying to get pregnant for a little over the past year, and as such I have been working so hard to eat and digest enough to make my body strong enough to support a fetus through a successful gestation. I’ve been working hard to avoid having access to triggers, both in terms of emotional stimulation and foods that are likely to start the binge-purge cycle all over again. I really do mean to post some of the recipes I’ve come up with for less-bad alternatives to entire boxes of cookies. I think some of you might find them really useful.
No matter what happens, please remember that you are valued, you are precious, you are loved. Even when it doesn’t feel like you matter, you do. You are exactly where you are supposed to be right now, and fuck anyone who makes you feel like that isn’t good enough. I know it doesn’t feel like it most of the time, but you are enough.
Walking With Ana 
I’ve just spent an hour or so reading your whole blog. I came across you via Dances With Fats, I’m on Ragen’s Facebook. I’m not sure what to say except you aren’t alone. I live with Buliemia and some Anorexic behaviours, though I’ve always been fat no matter how much I starved and purged. I also have Fibromyalgia along with a dozen other chronic illnesses and disabilities. I’ve become a wheelchair user due to the amount of pain and fatigue I have to live with.
You can email me if you want to.