Disclaiming Banner: I do not claim ownership of the compulsion to write these daydreams down, nonetheless ATLA which has inspired them.
Nervosa
There were days, whole weeks even, when Azula hated the thought of food. The urge to lose herself to the lightness of being empty was all but overwhelming.
She forced herself to eat of course; there was no sense in such an urge. No matter if she half gagged at the smell of soup, or it felt like a dragon had lain an egg in her belly. Even if the fire in her blood could burn out of control if she swallowed one more grain of rice. There were other girls during her academy days, failing at whatever, who suddenly stopped taking care of themselves. Those girls who weren't of the Blood, (some weren't even benders) and tiny problems were all it took to break them apart. With the most horrible consequences. Mental focus would be affected, the heart's beat unsteadied, their hair might even fall out. There wasn't anyway it would happen to her. It was unacceptable.
So she never let it happen.