Recently I was out for dinner and ran into a woman I had not seen since college, several decades ago. Naturally, we have both changed in many ways, yet her eyes were so familiar and as we traveled back in time, my mind wandered to what she must remember of me.
I only attended Emerson College in Boston for two years, suffering from a disorder that at that time had no identifiable name. Today it is called anorexia nervosa. If only she knew the hell that I and so many like me have endured, and the long-lasting effects anorexia and its counterpart bulimia have had on so many aspects of my life. Whereas anorexia destroys the body and brain, bulimia destroys the ego, the sense of self-worth, the soul.
