OK, so:

I'm a minor. That's crucial to this story.
I struggled with anorexia for like 6ish months, dropped a lot of weight, had to be put in the hospital because of my low heart rate, spent 10 weeks in treatment, etc etc

The treatment used involved my parents putting me ABOVE my highest ever weight. As someone with anorexia that would be awful no matter what, but I was always a "heavy" kid. So now I am officially medically overweight. I am not allowed to lose weight. I don't speak to my parents. I saw the need for eating and weight gain, but not the need to be overweight. I wanted to be put at a healthy, normal weight.

And I find that I'm really unhappy all the time now. And the weight's what I blame this on.

My friend said to me "so when you finally get control of your weight back you'll lose weight? and then it will all be better?"

And I was thinking "gee when you put it that way it sounds pretty awful, doesn't it?"

And it does. But it's so much more than that I think. It's about me being in control of MY BODY. It's about "Give me liberty or give me death." It's about being healthy. It's about not being the fat, ugly girl (the only thing I have ever been). It's about feeling, not excellent or gorgeous or emaciated, but capable of doing what I want to do. Capable of fitting in with society. And the worst part is, I have one more year of high school at least to live out. And then parents can make me sign a contract where I get weighed during college and if I drop any I get sent home. So I'm looking at at least five more years of this. More if they follow me to graduate school. LIVING HELL.

And so on the surface it's "shallow" anorexia. But inside it's so much more.

Am I wrong? Or maybe not right or wrong, but do you get it?