I could not speak about it; I was too connected to it, too touched by it to sit down and dissect it with the seriousness it deserved. Under the watchful eyes of my family, I decided that I was already too tired to teach them about the severity and complexities of eating disorders.
I caught my reflection in the mirror. I quickly looked away, but the image was seared into my brain. Just like a horrible car crash, I couldn't stop myself from taking a second peek. Then a third and a fourth and a fifth. I don't know how many peeks I stole, but I know that they were never more than 5 seconds. I also know that I felt worse with each peek.