I was anorexic for several years in high school, and now, two years later, I can honestly say that I am recovered. Granted, it did take my mom freaking out on me (she actually dealt with all the recovery process, which I am so grateful for now, cause I know that was such a hard thing to deal with) to recover, but I *am* better. My relationship with food will never be the same again, but it's no longer my obsession. I'm healthy, and, most importantly, I'm truly happy with myself. (c)
AnonymousI’m wondering if the (c) meant there would be more? :/ Well, I am so happy for you, truly. An eating disorder is no way to live.
I too suffered from anorexia many years ago when my mother freaked out on me. I just slide into other eating disorders over the years after I had “gotten better”. First binge eating disorder, flirtations back with anorexia (but never enough to raise too much suspicion), drifting in and out of EDNOS, and now settling heavily into bulimia. I really hope this does not turn into your story as well. It seems to for so many.
Thank you for sharing, and I wish you only the best. <3
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