A day in the life of Anorexia Nervosa.
The doctor sits me down and in her usual caring manner relays that I'm heading downhill fast, am now well into the weight criteria for Anorexia Nervosa, and should be in hospital. Even sitting here in the state I am in, I marvel and the stupidity of that. My internal world and behaviors have not changed for months, but all of a sudden my diagnosis changes because I lost another X amount to get below the hallowed threshold? Who even decided where that line that I have been chains gall this time is?
A day in the life of 'atypical' anorexia.
On the walk home I dispose of all the hidden morsels of food at a bin in a park. I count my steps as I go, trying to control every little bit of what I am doing. See, I'm different now. I'm one of those people that has self control. I am 30kg down and suddenly everyone is treating my differently. Mum is happier with how I look, when I go out I no longer feel like I stick out like a sore thumb, and I have a boyfriend now. I must be doing the right thing, surely. Besides, I can't have a problem, my BMI is still 22.5, that's way above what would ever be considered an eating disorder. Even my GP is happy with my weight loss, he was the one always saying I needed to lose weight to help my asthma.