Anorexia is hard to talk about, and it sounds so serious and weird. It doesn't wrap up nicely in one blog post. It doesn't have a beginning, a middle and an end. And it CERTAINLY doesn't have a denouement.
In light of the discovery of thisishardtowriteabout-itis, I've started with a collection of stuff here. I'm sorry it's not neat and clean and organized, but as it turns out, my life isn't always neat and clean and organized. Unless my mother-in-law is coming over. Then I have that shit under control.
So, for your reading pleasure; my heavily-giffed anorexia anecdotes:
- For years (maybe ten years? I'm not sure) I didn't eat bananas or peas. I didn't eat bananas or peas because I thought they had too many calories for a 'healthy' food, and I instinctively avoided them until I met with a nutritionist and learned - get this - bananas and peas are good for you.
