Finally, after a whole year being a L6, I was done with my AS examination and flying home. Oh, the relief I felt upon setting foot in Changi Airport. The joy that exploded inside me upon seeing my mother's face, her eyes scouting the arrivals gate for me. It was so good to feel the warm tropical heat blast in my face, so wonderful to eat home-cooked food again.
Being home, I let myself go and loosened up a bit. I couldn't relax completely, for I had to sit the UKCAT during the summer holidays for my med school applications the following term when I would be an U6. Despite having that one stressor, I was free. My parents were understandably shocked at the physical state of my body. They hadn't seen me for the past 6 months, and the sharp contrast was striking. My parents were heartbroken over the changes I underwent alone in the UK, and they felt so awful about it. They promised to help me get better, and they did.
My body was slowly regaining its weight back: my ribs and hip bones were less prominent; my veins began to disappear; my face filled out a bit more. Though I was still really picky about my food having to be "clean", I was beginning to loosen up my strict standards I imposed upon myself. Bit by bit, I let myself eat a piece of white bread. I let myself take a bite of cake. I ate my favourite roadside ice cream. I was progressing well. My family was wonderfully supportive of my small steps to recovering myself, and I will forever be grateful for the patience and understanding. My anorexic and orthorexic tendencies weren't that deeply rooted into me yet, that's why I could still bear the idea of eating "unclean" foods in minimal amounts, and doing the work needed to regain my lost weight.
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A Bone to Pick
Não FicçãoMy experience going through the ups and downs of anorexia and orthorexia, detailing the mental and physical effects it had on me. Hopefully it'll help those in the same boat and let them know that they're not alone in their fight.
