“She has an eating disorder.” “How can you tell?” “I just can. Look at her eyes – they’re dead. See how she exercises like she’s
In grade school my friends and I went through a teeter totter phase. Our main goal in teeter tottering: to see how high we could
The beginning and the end. From the start to the finish. The gun goes off and the tape breaks. The light flips on and the
ED makes me feel special. I get to be different from everyone with ED. I’m not vanilla pudding in a crowd when ED’s with me.
Therapist. There is a stigmatism associated with the word. A sign of weakness? A source of embarrassment? The reason for jokes? My view of the
ED has an ally. And he and his ally work against me. They tag team me. Just when I think I’ve pushed ED away and
French fries. Check. Loved ’em.
I have a question that’s been bothering me the last little while. Why am I recovering when so many others can’t get out of ED’s
I am in charge! Do you hear this? I am in charge! I spent last night writing a long post, and when I was done,
You have to have a reason to fight ED. You need to be able to answer why you want to fully recover. You need to