THE ENCORE

THEN

I started restricting again.
I pretended everything was fine.
I lost weight.
I smiled.

I felt weak.
I stopped dancing.
I started crawling.
But I still smiled.

I stopped eating.
I withdrew.
I lied.
I stopped smiling.

I embraced the darkness.
I broke down.
I wound up at the ER.
I spent days living in a Crisis Center.

NOW

The past 4 weeks have been life-changing. It has been ONE MONTH since my last restriction.

The story is being written. One minute, one moment, one mouthful at a time.

Stay tuned.