La anatomía de nadie

La anatomía de nadie

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Wed, Aug 7, 2019
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Yo pensé que mis desórdenes alimenticios quedarían en la infancia, después pensé que en mi adolescencia, pero ahora tengo veinticinco años y siguen allí. Cada vez que recuerdo mis vacaciones, cualquiera de ellas, me veo a mí misma vomitando en un hotel. Aún recuerdo mi primera dieta, fue en el jardín de niños. La verdad es que una vez que la oscuridad te consume, es muy difícil que te deje ir; esta maldición se vuelve tuya por siempre. Pero esta no es una historia sobre mi estómago vacío, esta es una historia de amor.
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"I smile everyday. I live my life like nothing is wrong with me. No one would ever guess that I'm screaming inside or that I've secretly been hiding this huge part of my life. No one would ever know that I cry myself to sleep at night or that deep down I'm starving for help." Welcome to Anorexia. Your hostess is Ana. She'll take over from here. Suffering alone inside of your mind from a terrifying mental disorder, is something that even those who battle such a thing every day, cannot fully understand. It's like being alone 24/7 yet it's never quiet inside of your head. You can't stop the voices. You can't control your emotions. As it gets worse, you lose control of your body all together. You become prey to your disease and You can't fight back. That is what it's like for someone who has spent years of their life suffering in silence from an eating disorder. Fighting a monster that you have no chance of beating. It's almost impossible to describe the type of torture that consumes your mind. Hell. It's equivalent to pure hell.

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