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Prayers. I went to high school 1980-84. Most of my friends took laxatives and we ate salad with no dressing for lunch. I had low self esteem ( my mom is rather narcissistic & it had an effect on all of us). I became an alcoholic at 16, until 27& relapsed at 30 briefly. I had married an abusive man. (Both grandfathers were violent abusers) left for good at 30.

My mom believes to this day it skipped her generation! Back in the 1980’s it was fashionable to be “ x - ray thin” . I’m sure the help available is better than back then. There’s a place ( think it’s still there) in Saratoga New York that helped some of my friends. 4 winds, I think. They had a kitchen to eventually help everyone overcome the unnatural relationship with food & intensive 2-8 week therapy. I understand, because at that age, food was the only thing we felt we had any control over in our various circumstances. ( I was there for help with my ptsd acquired during my brief marriage. )

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