Essay on The Problem Of Eating Disorders

1595 Words Oct 17th, 2016 7 Pages
If I were to ask you to define a number would you be able to do it? It seems unrealistic and a paradox to those with common sense. What if I were to say can a number define you? My personal definition came from the numbers on a scale. It wasn’t until I was twenty years old and weighing less than my eighth grade sister, I realized I needed help. If I were to keep up this pattern of extreme food restriction as I had for the entirety of my sophomore year, I was going to die. Eating disorders have the highest mortality rate of any mental illness. I had thrown myself into the statistics in a record amount of time. As countless students packed into the campus connector to get some relief from the inclement weather, I was strolling past the bus stop. I looked like the most basic sorority girl in the world with a black North Face parka paired with light pink Hunter rain boots. Even to top it off I had bright blue Beats I wore everywhere. Each one of these items enabled me to continue my destructive lifestyle. As I walked across the 10th Avenue Bridge in the worst of the winter storms, I would tell myself I was outside to grow an appreciation for those who were homeless. Never mind the fact that my eating patterns began to move from a general religious fast to a textbook definition of anorexia. For an entire year, me defining anorexia was the closest I ever got to a textbook. I began to substitute class time with sleeping in my room, convincing myself I would simply check Moodle…

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