When I tell this part of my story, it’s probably the easiest for me to tell. The first year and a half of my eating disorders, I was anorexic. But as my sixteenth birthday approached, I started doing things socially outside of my family. I had good friends at the time and I began to want to get better. Up to that point I had been a straight A student who spent all her time studying for the perfect grades (probably another reason for my disorders). Now I wanted to be normal. I slowly started eating.
Through my junior year in high school, I WAS very normal. I started looking healthy again. Socially, boys were starting to notice me. My parents were elated. They thought that whatever that was, it was over. No….It wasn’t over. None of the things that caused this disorder had ever really been addressed. I didn’t receive the help I so needed. It was just dormant for a brief time. The real storm was about to happen.