I can remember the exact moment I decided to become anorexic. Yes—it was a decision; there was no gradual, mindless descent into an uncharted abyss. I stood before the trash-can in my college dorm-room, tossed an entire saucepan worth of tasteless, over-cooked noodles into it, and said aloud: “F*ck food. I am doing this.” Then I threw away all my other food too, and took out the trash so my roommate wouldn’t know what I’d done.
For the next two weeks, I subsisted on two grape-sodas per day plus whatever free beer the nearby bars funneled down my under-age throat. I slept four or five hours per night, attended all my classes, aced all my tests (as always), and acted like everything was normal. I told no one what I was doing. I knew people would find out eventually, but I wanted to be too far gone by the time anyone noticed.
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  1. Jessie Davis

    You are an amazingly talented writer. I am a mother of two boys (ten months apart in age) and your posts are wonderfully refreshing and releasable. The first time I found your writing was on Hot Mess Mom (also hilarious!!) and I loved it so much that I went to the beginning and read through them ALL over the course of the next 24 hours. No one is perfect and it is nice to find out that I am not alone. Thank you.

    • Wow. That is an amazing compliment. Thank you so so much for taking the time to say such sweet things. So glad you’re here! xoxo