I could really relate to the part:
"I liken the disorder to a demon on your shoulder, creating a bubble around you. The frustrating thing is you *know* how to get better, but the demon talks you out of it. When you reach for the answer, the bubble stops you. But the bubble is a comfort. It is safe. It is known, accepted, quantifiable."
I think this is the element of anorexia that very few people without it understand. When I was 14 and had anorexia, people would say to me 'you need a pie' or 'why don't you just try to eat that'. This lack of empathy made me feel so misunderstood.
Also I remember the time when my dad made me lay on a huge piece of paper so that he could draw around me. When I saw the outline of my body I refused to believe how thin I looked, and I accused my dad of manipulating the drawing.
It was really hard to beat the "demon" because I knew I had lost weight, and I felt so confident in my 'new' body (as I used to call it). I used to love flaunting my figure in my age 11 shorts and age 9 T-shirt. And I still carried on losing weight after this as there was always 'room for improvement'.
Because I was so obsessed with dieting, I ignored the desperate pleas from my parents to try to gain weight. I sort of knew I was thin but I thought that if I ever said to myself that I was thin enough or happy with my figure, I would magically gain pounds of weight overnight. And gaining weight was my biggest fear.
In the end, I lost my period and my dad realised because I stopped asking for pads. So I had to see a doctor and a dietician (the dietician was crap though). The psychological problems still remain but I am a healthy weight now (I was under 6 1/2 stone, and I am now 8st at age 16). I really hate my body now, but my dad is happy that I am healthy again, so I am happy. It is difficult to not relapse but I'm a bit worried about when I move out because I will be in total control of my diet.
So I have a question for those out there who have suffered (or are suffering), what events led up to your development of your disorder?
For me it was just seeing myself in photos as the short, fat one; going to a swimming party in a bikini and having girls laughing at me/ sarcastically complimenting me on my bikini; generally being very self-conscious; having my mum call me pudgy; and also being rejected by boys and feeling like the only one without a boyfriend amongst my friends. It may sound pathetic but I was only 14 when it all started and I am very sensitive.