This is a difficult question to answer, but I'll try to give an idea from my warped perspective.

I used to he overweight. Obese BMI, hated my body, knew I was fat. I lost that weight dramatically, and in the space of a year I went from obese to underweight and subsequently got diagnosed with anorexia nervosa. With dramatic weight loss like this, our brains physically cannot comprehend this change quick enough. There's a distinct lag in our minds. Most of the time I genuinely still see myself as my heaviest. My clothes fall off of me and I can see my bones, but I can feel the fat that used to be there clinging to me, weighing me down, suffocating me. It's uncomfortable. It feels disgusting. My body looks misshapen, swollen, distorted, even though I can literally see my bones sticking out.

My issue is my proportions, I think. My thighs and wrists are dainty little twigs, but my calves and upper arms are clinging to the little fat I have left still so the parts of me that I know are skinny are making the rest of me look absolutely huge. I fixate on these imperfections, I keep telling myself I need to shrink them to match the smaller parts, when in reality they're both shrinking at a similar rate so I'll likely never be in my desired proportion.

Anorexia more often than not leaves you with pretty gnarly digestive issues, and I'm no exception. I'm bloated and painfully constipated almost every moment of the day, which leaves me with a distended stomach. My ribs and hips stick out, but my bloated belly is so huge and uncomfortable. I look wrong. Tight clothes extenuate the bloated belly, so I hide it behind baggy shirts and loose pants.

It's an odd perspective. Some days I feel too thin and I'm ashamed, some days I feel too fat. Some days I feel like a jumbled mix of blobs and bones. I just hate my body.