It must have been around April or May when I noticed it. I had missed my period for over 6 months. At three months, I could argue it away. Some websites said three months or more, others said six or more. But now, all the evidence fell into place: you have amenorrhea, you're thinking about food all the time, and you're underweight.
And everywhere I read, they all said the same thing as if conspiring: "The first step out is to admit that you have a problem."
On one of them, there was a woman who talked about how she realized if she ever wanted to have children, she had to get out of it. Did I want children? I certainly didn't want the option out at 15. What about osteoporosis, high blood pressure, and all the other effects?
"Okay, fine, I'll say it: I have anorexia." And I went on to hug my bony knees and cry into my pillow.
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