My parents wouldn’t let me go to college because they thought I would die from my eating disorder. I promised that I would eat, but nobody believed me. Truly, I knew it was a lie, and I didn’t believe myself either. I wanted to be 70 pounds, the perfect weight. I thought it would make me feel like less of a failure. I thought it would make me happy, I thought if I could play the drums on my hips and count my ribs, I would feel like I have accomplished something. Accomplished for doing something so many people have trouble with. There are so many ads on tv and online about losing weight or perfecting your image. At the time, I wanted to go to college like a “normal” person. I realize now that if I had gone to college, I definitely would have died. Preventing me from going was the best thing my parents did for me.
