![]() ![]() I started off trying to find facts- in Google searches, WebMD results, and the pages of my eighty-dollar psych textbook. Like a true Hermione Granger, I set out to do extensive research into what the hell was going on with me. For years I was in denial about my problem, but I had a feeling that something was off. The relationship between me and my disorder is complex, like most mental illnesses. In fact, I found more things that harmed than helped. I would know because when I went looking into my eating disorder, I found very little I could relate to. There isn’t much media about eating disorders, and the small part of them is rarely accurate. They are going by what they’ve seen and read about eating disorders which, as far as I can tell, isn’t much to go on at all. To be fair, most people don’t mean to be insensitive about my illness-they might not even realize they are being insensitive. If I had a nickel for every time I was told all I needed was a sandwich, I’d probably be able to afford real medical treatment for my anorexia. ![]()
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