Once MidTerms week ended, I was forced to stay home because my stomach hurt too badly, thus causing me to miss a day of school.
I had the luxerie of taking a test the day I got back during last period, but I had so much trouble focusing, so I listened in on my science teachers lecture.
"The gag reflex causes you to throw up when you eat something bad." A boy in my class, Tyler, interrupts Mrs. Owens in the middle of his lesson about the digestive system. "Isn't that how anorexics throw up." He questions. I sink into my chair. Thank god nobody can see me here in the back of the classroom. "You're thinking of bulimia. Anorexia is when you don't eat at all." You're wrong. You're so fucking wrong, Mrs. Owens. "And bulimia is when you throw up your food. These are know as eating disorders and we'll further discuss them later on in this chapter." What?! No. I don't want any part in this discussion. "I'd suggest you to stay away from people with eating disorders as they can be quite negative. And I want to warn you about them so that you don't catch one in the future." Mrs. Owens states. My head shots up and I find Rae staring at me and trying to lock eye contact. We both silently laugh from across the room.
Once the bell rings, we burst out of the classroom, laughing. "That was so fucking awkwardddd." I say, holding out the 'd'. "Not for me." Rae laughs with me as she says this. "But like, she was like; 'don't develop and eating disorder guys.' Too late!" I laugh again with her. Thank god the halls are deserted because I'd rather not have anyone overhear us. "And when she told us to stay away from anorexics and bulimics I was like 'welllll'" She says making a funny face. "There's me!" I say throwing my arms in the air. We both laugh, but out laughter comes to a sudden stop when we hear someone in the hallway.
I turn around to find Mr. Beakrn, our English teacher, standing directly behind us. "Excuse me, girls." He says, completely ignoring our conversation. Rae's eyes widen and we continue walking.
Once we get outside the school building, Rae starts talking about how weird and awkward that interception was.... and I couldn't agree more.
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Life After An Eating Disorder
RandomWhy 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...
