So.. her party was Wednesday, I guess..and then the days just came and went. All I remember is Sunday. That night, we made a recipe I had chosen, some sort of spinach frittatta. It was very low calorie and conatined a bunch of ingredients that were foreign to us, but my parents agreed nonetheless. They wanted me to eat. After dinner, I wanted to go on a run, on top of all my other scheduled exercise activities. So my mother, with her undying loyalty to me, took me to the local junior high school track .
One lap was all I could manage to do. After that, I just about collapsed onto a bench beside my mom. I told her how tired I felt, how my lungs were just bursting and I couldn't move anymore. I knew I had a doctor's appointment the next day, or rather three. My parents knew I needed help. And that night, for the first time, I felt that I needed it too.
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Who's That Girl
Non-FictionShort memoirs of a teen's struggles with anorexia and depression and finding herself. Just sharing my story in hopes that I help others.
