My appetite doesn’t exist. It’s fleeting. I never find myself hungry enough to finish a whole plate. I’ll sit at work, embarrassed that I can’t hide the desperate noises begging for food. But the minute I sit down to eat, nothing tastes right. My throat tightens, it shrinks. It hurts and it’s distasteful. Nothing feels good or right, suddenly I regret my cravings. It all feels just so wrong.