Vignettes of an Eating Disorder, Part 9

When I said it out loud, I felt like I was speaking foreign tongues.

“Can you repeat that, please?” the kindly receptionist crackled from the other end of the phone line.

I think I have an eating disorder.

“Okay,” she said. “Please hold.”

I hung up before the elevator music even started.

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One comment

  1. For a long time, I couldn’t say it. I couldn’t even type it. When I first started my recovery blog 5 years ago, I would talk about my eating disorder using “ED” not to personify my disorder, but because I couldn’t bring myself to say the words in relation to myself.

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