Eating Disorder: A Short Story

A bead of sweat raced down my forehead crashing to the ground. Music was blasting in my ears on the highest volume. Tears. An unusual trait of someone when jogging, but this wasn't an ordinary run. It never was. When you spend each day diligently planning every calorie, movement, thought, and isolating yourself from the rest of the world, is anything really that ordinary? Transitioning to middle school is a critical developmental stage in anyone’s life. Change is inevitable and the world drastically expands: new friends, new school, new feelings, everything is new. Within all of the newness, something inside of myself closed off from the rest of the world, I became weak. In seventh grade, I began to spiral downwards with no explanation until a doctor finally uttered the words that would instantly reshape the pathway of my life: Eating disorder.
“You really need to eat a hamburger or two, you’re so skinny!” “I’m sure you’ll feel better if you just gain a couple pounds.” “Just eat.” But this disorder is an elaborate equation with no simple solution. It’s far more than striving to be skin-and-bones thin and skipping meals. Every rational thought that was stored in my mind had completely fled, replaced with self-destructive desires. There was a wall between me and the rest of the world. Though I profoundly …show more content…
I allowed the sickness to control my body, rapidly ripping it apart . But I am stronger than the voices that whisper, aiming to keep the wall built around me. Slowly, I demanded life, and the foundation began to crumble. Through every high and low along this journey, I’ve come to realize how precious and amazing fully living can be. Everyday when we wake up, there is a conscious choice to be made. We can fall into habit, running away with music on full blast, or we can defy our inner demons. I choose life, to defy what longs to keep my mind enslaved in darkness. The tears have stopped, and now, I’m running