A Personal Account of Anorexia

  I was 37 kilos with my clothes on and 1.70 meters tall. The muscly physique I’d gained from doing martial arts five days a week had disappeared. Now, I ached from walking back from school. My ribs stuck out when I step into the shower. However, what was more important was that I’d failed four subjects. So, as soon as I got home, I’d go straight to my room to study. I’d hear my mother yelling “Okay, don’t eat, but I don’t want to see you lifting your head from your books!” Now, I see all the drama that…