When I was twelve my mother died of a lifelong anorexia nervosa (the death certificate says it was “marantic endocarditis caused by a.n.) that was interspersed with bulemia. She and my father adopted me because her reproductive system had basically shut down from starvation and organ dysfunction. All through her life she would have times when she’d pass out and fall to the floor, and in my little kid apprehension I would keep thinking she had died. Over and over.
When I see this recent obsession with purity and perfection centered on food and diet and mortification of the flesh it brings back all the trauma of childhood, and I find myself truly hating these hucksters and maniacs preying on so many vulnerable people.
When I was twelve my mother died of a lifelong anorexia nervosa (the death certificate says it was “marantic endocarditis caused by a.n.) that was interspersed with bulemia. She and my father adopted me because her reproductive system had basically shut down from starvation and organ dysfunction. All through her life she would have times when she’d pass out and fall to the floor, and in my little kid apprehension I would keep thinking she had died. Over and over. When I see this recent obsession with purity and perfection centered on food and diet and mortification of the flesh it brings back all the trauma of childhood, and I find myself truly hating these hucksters and maniacs preying on so many vulnerable people.