I'm having a fat day.

A lot of people must be thinking, "what a hypocrite, she just went on this big rant about eating disorders a week ago."

I haven't had a fat day in a very long time. I had almost forgotten how bad it feels. And I spent the day shopping with my mother, who was trying on outfit after outfit and they were all hanging off of her.

My mother is a nibbler. By this I mean she stops at every second restaurant and pastry shop and gets something small to nibble on. Instead of giving in to the little voice in my head saying "don't eat that, you'll get fat!" I went ahead and nibbled with her, because in my mind I know I'm not fat.

I got to thinking, I remember a time when I wouldn't have had anything to eat all day, and gone to bed hungry and upset.

As I sit here now, it makes me sad to think that there are so many young, beautiful girls out there who feel the way I felt this morning, and feel that way all of the time. It makes me sad to think that once upon a time, I was one of those girls.

But as I sit here now, it makes me happy to think that I had wonderful gourmet chocolate, homemade spanikopita, a fresh out of the oven cinnamon bun, and many other things this morning that usually I would have to do without because of my lack of income.

It makes me happy that after I ate all of that, I tried on an outfit that made me look and feel like an absolute goddess, and thanks to my mother, I got to bring it home with me.

It makes me happy that I no longer have to go to bed hungry and sad. It took me a long time to get to this point, and today reminded me how lucky I am.