This year marks the 10-year anniversary of the onset of my eating disorder.
I'm 28. It started when college started and it tore me apart. Most people look back fondly on their college years - I just beg for a do-over. However, this year also marks the 9-year anniversary of me starting treatment. What a journey. While I've stopped most eating disorder behaviors, I haven't been able to give up my scale. Like so many others, I'm a slave to it. Some days I'm terrified of what number I'll see, other days I can't wait to step on it and see if my diet is working. Yes, I do it totally naked and right after I use the restroom. My biggest fear in life: I'll never be able to let go of the scale.