I've not really ever seen this topic brought up on the broads, so I'm tossing it out here.

Somehow I think that this is somehow related to my anorexia. I don't see my physical body as being any part of me. The body is just this shell, like some itchy clothes that don't fit right. I don't need to eat because I don't have a body to feed. Feel like I live in this dream world where nothing really matters any ways.

I've never heard anyone talk about their body in these terms. Just wondering if I live out here on the ledge alone?