When I was actively bulimic (obsessed with nothing but food, eating all day long), and people would tell me that I was too harsh with myself, it made absolutely no sense to me. «Why on earth would I be self-caring and kind to myself, when I am unable to achieve anything at all, when I can’t spend a single day without binge-eating, when I am so fat, ugly, silly, ridiculously awkward?» ✨✨✨✨✨ What a violence. How can one possibly feel okay while repeating such terrible words to oneself all day long ? This is just a recipe for despair. For years, I have been thinking that self-love equaled complacency. I thought…