It's actually really funny and touching to me that you mention this, because I'm (supposedly, mostly) recovered from multiple EDs myself. I've been there too. I don't think most cashiers notice, but as someone who's been in the same awful cycle, yeah, I can personally tell. Don't ever beat yourself over it, because anyone who can tell probably only recognizes because they've done it themselves. I've never bought food for a binge at a store I worked at; I've always gone to another one because I was scared my coworkers would see it, like I knew they were too dumb to get it but god, that paranoia and shame is strong. The first few months of working were kind of hard because the amount of food was so overwhelming and the people so gross that I found myself wanting to restrict worse than I had in years; honestly, it's a miracle I only lost 10 pounds. I hate tossing around the word "trigger," but I would say that the environment triggered a lot of compulsions I thought I'd overcome. I could write a whole post on the way fat people make my ED worse, though; I won't get into it. There's so much in attitude, too; fatties march in like they're owed the food in this store. It's kind of like food stamps: some ladies march in like the generational welfare queens they are, buying whatever the fuck they want regardless of health. Others are ashamed, worried they're being judged, and the thing is that type of EBT user I NEVER judge. We do notice people's attitudes, because we'd get bored as hell otherwise, and if you're not waltzing in like you're the fucking queen of the HoHo's and Dryers, I got no problem. I respect people who recognize and see their challenges; it's the entitled brats who think they're the shit that I've got no time for. Stay beautiful and strong, loves. <3