My eating disorder began at 17, just before start of studies at Uni. Raised in a family that emphasized persona, my guise became perfection. Through grades, wardrobe, friends, weight – or lack thereof. A perfect persona translated to perfect love; to fall short of perfection was to be unlovable. For eight years, as I desperately sought love through perfection, my self-hatred intensified. I thought myself never good enough. At anything. I saw therapists and doctors, yet was too ashamed to divulge that […]