Once I get home from apple picking, I'm nice and bloated from all the eating. Greatttt.
The next morning I woke up still bloated. Great, just great. My grandmother is taking me dress shopping for my confirmation and now nothing will fit me, not even the largest plus size dresses! Tears started to form around my eyes and it took all my strength not to crumble into a little ball of pain and embarrassment and cry.
Once I got to the store with my grandmother, I found a perfect black dress the she said I should try on. "It's a size small, grandmother, it'll never fit." I said as calm as possible. "Just try it on." She reassured me.
I raced to the dressing room and slowly removed my clothes from my ginormous body. I slipped the dress on only to find that the size small was way too big.
I searched the store for the next size down and all I could find was an extra extra small. "Give it a shot." My grandmother told me. I nodded and returned back to the women's dressing room.
I slipped that black dress over my head and it fit perfectly. Perfectly.
I came out of my stall and modeled the little black dress for not only my grandmother, but for all the ladies in the dressing room.
"You look beautiful, AJ." My eldest member of my family told me as she paid. "Thank you grandmother." I said and she bent down to give me a kiss on the cheek. The same cheek I had to scrape for the cheek cells lab.
She drove me home and I got to show my dress to my mother and father.
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Life After An Eating Disorder
De TodoWhy me? Why did I have to be part of that 2% of people with eating disorders? Why did I have to be juggled between treatment centers and doctors during the "best" years of my life? This is a memoir about eating disorders, yes, but not about having o...
