I was the perfect candidate for anorexia because I was so determined to be perfect in everything I did.  And I mean perfect.
Straight As.  Always reading.  Always learning.  Staying up late.  Making others happy.  Obsessing over everything.  Worrying about minutae. 
And my parents, like many parents of highly academic kids, turned a blind eye to whether I was nourishing my body (not to mention my mind and soul.)  I don’t blame them, but I do question why they just assumed I was eating.  I wonder why they allowed me to “eat” meals in my bedroom instead of downstairs with them… why …read more