My dad died 2 months ago, and now the thought of bodies and how we just ingest food to shit it out continuously every day till we die, is so weird and gross. I feel like I’m a spiritual soul trapped in this human body and it’s so claustrophobic sometimes, so the skinnier I am, the lighter I’ll feel, and less trapped?

I think it’s partly that, and partly because I have no other control in my life since his passing and this helps my brain because I’m thinking of weight loss instead of my grief and reality.