Holiday Hell

Had to do 2 dinners, one for my boyfriend's family and one for mine. I ate extremely light, just a half scoop of potatoes. By the time I got to my own family's dinner, I was miserable. Two zofrans didn't touch it. On top of feeling miserable and trying to smile through it, I had so many people grilling me for not eating. I tried so hard to keep my composure. The lack of understanding or compassion really hit hard. Everyone thinks this is a choice, not eating. I was SO full and so nauseous. I ended up taking a bunch of leftovers home, to appease the grandparents. Thankfully I had my boyfriend, uncles girlfriend, and my aunt who were more than understanding and supportive!!