Madison
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Since for three years restrictive EDs have consumed her life, Madison (now a senior), whose identity was long built on her perfect grades, achievement, superiority, and body, must rebuild and reorient herself before adulthood drops. (And it's possible; she's at last fully committed to the cause and on her way. This is just a testimony to that.) This is one of Madison's journals, providing a 30-day glimpse into a vital stage of her ED recovery process from the moment she became open to letting go of weight and restriction as sources of esteem. It opens at her lowest, most pivotal point and progresses as she does. But old habits provide comfort, and so Madison does fall back into them but continuously reminds herself why she is bothering to change: because there is a life for her worth living--now and ahead.
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