“It’s funny – I don’t need food in my stomach to live – 6+ years of anorexia asdfadsf ”

It's funny - I don't need food in my stomach to live - 6+ years of anorexia taught me this. I just need life in my soul, love in my heart, & ideas & dreams in my mind. The refugees I work on behalf of don't seem to need anything more to live - why can't I be strong like them? On the other hand, if I don't eat, I can't be strong for myself let alone a displaced child halfway around the world. How do I reconcile my stomach & my soul, my body - my life, my work & the world?