This is about the feeling of fighting an internal battle with a restrictive eating disorder.
This foul beastie is called EDna and she lives in my head. I hate her with every fibre of my being. Yet she masquerades as my best friend and protector.
If I let her, she will consume my every waking moment with thoughts of food. Judging me, making me feel weak and disgusting. Turning the experience of eating into a torturous nightmare.