My struggle

i gotta confess something. i have a pretty common illness throughout teens. I have anorexia. People keep telling me they understand me, they know how i feel, while my psychologist is the only one who does. I just gained 900 gramms and I cried down a river. I know it's not something bad, that it's for the better. But some voice deep in my head keeps telling me i'm fucking obese. I do nothing but tell her to shut up, but she seems deaf. However, i don't care anymore. I realized there are many reasons to live for. There are still many things I've not done and many dreams I want to live. You only get to really appreciate life when you're about to lose it, but it's the best gift you'd have ever asked for. Live your life your way and never give up on what you belive. It's the typical inspirational quote, but it's the bare truth. The only thing i have clear is that i wanna be an anorexia survivor.