Friday 13th October 1999
Dear Diary,
I can't seem to settle today. I have been resolutely ignoring American Mandy and I believe she has finally got the message. She's stopped texting me anyway. I seem to have become obsessed with the mirror once more. The more I try to eat well and ignore the desire to restrict, the more paranoid I become that I am growing uncontrollably and intolerably bigger. The mirror is taking over the role that I won't let restriction do any more: that of providing safety and control. If I can't limit my intake, I can at least be aware of every detail of my size and shape. I can know by how much I grow or shrink each day. Ideally I would like to be able to weigh myself again, and there have been a number of occasions that I've been on the verge of heading to the shop to buy myself a pair of scales, but the little voice inside telling me to stay strong and keep aiming for recovery has stopped me so far. I owe that voice a lot, come to think of it.
Sherlock Holmes
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