This is my last installment of this chapter, and I have to say it might be the worst.
This is dedicated to my sister Cory.
It only got worse from there.
By the time I was in my early twenties I was about 30 pounds under weight and living on boxes of Correctol.
The disgusting nature of this disorder …
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The Horror – Part 12
The Horror – Part 11
Next stop: Art School.
There I tried every crazy diet my roommate and I could think of.
The Stay Up All Night So You Will Burn Extra Calories Diet
Only Eat Raisin Bran Diet
How Can You Possibly Eat When You Are Taking Handfuls Of Vivarin Diet
Drink 23 Cups Of Tea Diet
Drink Epsom Salts Even Though It Tastes Like …
The Horror – Part 10
So there I was, friends with a super beauty who thought she was a total dog, and in high school.
I think I dabbled in a little bingeing and purging during that year.
Luckily I failed all of my classes so I could have the opportunity to go to boarding schools where I could really hone my …
The Horror – Part 9
During this time I would starve myself all day at school and then race home and eat the entire kitchen when I’d get there.
I would whip up a huge stack of pancakes; eat maybe three or four hot dogs, then puke ‘em up. Then maybe make a few grilled cheese sandwiches, eat those, call Jessie …
The Horror- Part 8
Speaking of gagging, now on to the self inflicted barfing.
I blame my stunningly beautiful friend Jessie for that journey.
Not that I am mad at her, nor did she have any idea that what she did or said affected me so deeply, but she was unusually gorgeous and that is about all it takes for a …
The Horror – Part 6
Anyway, the worst case of “stomach flu” I can remember having as an adult was also caused by a Thanksgiving dinner.
This time I was the mother of a 6 month old, and the guilty poisoning party was none other than his adoring Grandmother (on his father’s side).
Now I must admit, she is a wonderful cook …
The Horror – part 4
Well, now that my mother is now completely mortified by the direction that this chapter is going, maybe now is a good time to start talking about my aversion to anything ground, such as sausages.
Since one is never quite sure what is actually in a sausage, you can imagine how I would study it, removing …
The Horror- part 3
I was extremely suspicious of meat at a young age.
I couldn’t eat meat with any visible fat on it, yet I loved the marrow from a pork chop.
My mother would make these ghastly beef short ribs that would just make me cry while I ate them.
I remember she would roll them in flour and then …