At the lowest point in my long personal war with Anorexia Nervosa I weighed less than 4 stone. I was little more than skin and bone. Although I was terrified by my predicament, I was also strangely comforted by the sight of my bones and remember thinking that I was reducing myself to the bare minimum in order to rebuild or reinvent myself. The problem was… I had no idea who or what I was or wanted to be. Bare bones, therefore, is both descriptive and symbolic.
My hope is that my blog will help others tortured by anorexia. One of the most helpful experiences, when I was at my most desperate, was a telephone conversation with someone, a complete stranger, who had been through anorexia and come out the other side. In a very short time she was able to convey understanding, acceptance, and reassurance. There were no competitive comparisons or disguised encouragement… she was beyond all that, and I then had hope that I could be too.
Just as she gave me hope, I would like to give hope to others.
If you want to, you can read more about me.