Michaela's journal

no matter the season

For the first time in my life I'm dreading summer. Camp will be way fuller, which also means more hands needed in the infirmary. I won't have an excuse to stay inside all day so I can avoid people. My anorexia is often worse during the summer. People will wonder why I'm still wearing sleeves long enough to keep my wrists covered in that heat and some of them will probably guess that it's not just a fashion statement.