Leaving ED at home.

A trip to Logan honestly sounded like a horrible idea. Following a meal plan and getting 5 other people to cater to it would be hard and embarrassing. Usually when friends are doing activities that involve no control of food, I bail. It always feels safer to stay home. This weekend, I think the Logan was the best place I could be. This process has taught me that to have true friends you have to be a little vulnerable. You have to rely on people and let them shove the lat bites of a Rumbi rice bowl in your mouth. You have to let them see you mad, happy, sad, REAL. These are my people. This is Fam.