Indigenous Rising

what i thought was a secret isn’t; at all. everyone who knows me seems to know about my eating disorder.

i was at the funeral on saturday and sitting at a table with ndn people in our community and everyone was telling me i needed to eat and that what i was doing wasn’t okay.. i didn’t know that everyone knew..

if my eating disorder interrupted our discussions about someone who died then I know I have fucked up.. the guilt is overwhelming.