The Beginning
The Beginning I’ve always been told that I’m a perfectionist. As a child, I excelled in school, sports, and any other activity I put my mind to. But as I grew older, the pressure to maintain this image of perfection began to take its toll. It started innocently enough. Skipping meals here and there, always busy with some project or another that seemed more important than eating. But soon, those skipped meals turned into days without eating, and before I knew it, I was consumed by the need to control my food intake. My friends and family began to notice the changes in me. The way I would push my food around on my plate, or refuse to eat altogether. They tried to talk to me, to get me to see that I was hurting myself. But I couldn’t see past the hunger that consumed me, the need to be thinner, to be perfect.
