For a couple of years when I was in high school, I got high on being hungry. High on the sight of my own bones. High on my own, amazing willpower. (Which was a far more exciting accomplishment to me than the straight-A’s I was scoring, and the awards I was racking up for leadership and community service and all the rest.)
I never had all-out anorexia nervosa. I never, to my own disappointment, succeeded in dropping below 101 pounds. But for someone who’s just shy of 5’4″ 101 pounds is pretty darn skinny. Officially underweight, according to BMI calculations. You know, like, movie star skinny. (But not quite sickly-looking.)
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