I arrive home and shuffle timidly across the living room. Seconds before leaving, my mother's hand abruptly latches around my arm. "When was the last time you ate? For God's sake! When was the last time you even looked at food?!" A response flies out of my mouth, "I eat mum, ok! Let go of me."
"Talk to me, please, tell me what I can possibly do," she cries out in desperation as I flee from the room wanting nothing more than to vanish into thin air. I slam the door violently behind me and stumble towards the staircase my head spinning. Suddenly my legs won't work, the ground slopes away, and then everything goes black.
The lights take a while to flick back on, and when they do I'm in a hospital bed, the sound of a heart monitor drumming in my ear. "You have failed miserably", the voice echoes....But this time I know it is wrong. I know I must fight against it, to recover and escape the iron grip of the anorexia. I want to look in the mirror and be proud of my body. I will beat you, Anorexia.
