I’m doing a research paper on anorexia and it’s symptoms.
It makes me cry.
It’s so familiar.
My sister has dealt with anorexia since she was 11 years old or so. She’s 29 this year and I’m grateful she’s alive. I’m always grateful for the times she’s happy.
She is one of the most gorgeous people I know. Her outside is extremely beautiful, her heart even more gorgeous. I don’t understand her disorder on most days. Even when I’m researching and I read why this and why that.
She’s so amazing? How can she not see that? How can she look into the same mirrors I do and not catch the reflection that is her wonderful self?
My heart aches for the girls who are imprisoned by this way of thinking and living. I wish for a cure. I wish everyday that I could have the magic words that would help my sister see all the wonderful things that I see.