When it comes to my recovery from anorexia, I’d say that I didn’t follow what seems to be the standard course of treatment. Or perhaps, I did. Despite what we know as official, clinical approaches to treating eating disorders, who is to say that the majority of sufferers didn’t also create their pseudo version of recovery. Alongside the determination to turn our lives around, chances are we’re all somewhat relying on personal intuition, implementing changes at our own individ

We all want to be special, pull off something grand, be the exception to the rule. Anorexia almost made it possible. Almost, because through some mystical enlightenment, we realize that our superpower is in fact not sustainable. We see a choice, a tragic one: we can stay on the miserable path, or we can give in and eat. I intentionally don’t say, “recover”, because we don’t see ourselves as ill yet. We are able to grasp, at last, that continuing to starve will lead us to deat

Although I never intended to loose any mass, Pleasure I found, in how fast my hunger pangs pass. Then came the day, When all it took was a glimpse to say: This aversion to food, It’s making all of my bones protrude! Not to worry, tomorrow I start eating. A journal, you think, that will keep me from cheating! That piece of paper has kept me alive For I promised the number of meals to match at least five. At first, it was all smiles and good mood. I found energy in increasing m