It started when I was ten, eat and eat then vomit. It continued then starvation, pills, and laxatives came along. But to glorify my lowest weight or the severity of my eating disorder is not the point of my tale.
I am in the recovery process of my eating disorder, and every time I trust someone to tell my fears they ask, “How skinny did you get.” It bugs me that girls try to show recovery by saying their lowest weights, every ED infested mind competes and compares. I never say my lowest weight, it’s my protest to America’s worship of eating disorders. It’s a mental disease not a thin competition. I have been underweight, normal weight, and overweight. I shall never say numbers, as no one should ask someone with cancer how many chemotherapy treatments and surgeries they had to go through. If you know someone with an eating disorder, don’t mention weight, ask about their lives, they are truly sick. We aren’t numbers, we’re people.
