Apparently it’s the seventh anniversary of Deathly Hallows, my favorite Harry Potter book. I remember this day very clearly, but not for reasons directly related to Harry Potter. It’s funny seeing people write about how excitedly they waited in Barnes and Noble seven years ago. Seven years and one night ago I wanted to go to Barnes and Noble with my sister but my crying mom stopped us and said I was killing myself. Seven years ago I was anorexic and seven years and one night ago my family and I talked and cried in my parents’ bathroom and my parents forced me to weigh myself in front of them as I heartbrokenly saw that I had lost even more weight. I will always remember that night - I will always remember going to bed and being afraid that I would go to sleep and die and not wake up. Seven years ago I woke up with no one in the house but a copy of Deathly Hallows waiting in the kitchen. I read the entire book in one day. I escaped my life for one day. Thank you for that, JK Rowling.
Around a year ago I told this story for the first time to someone else. I used to tell only a very select few people about my previous eating disorder (I’ve fully physically recovered) and still felt a lot of shame, and as terrible as it is, guilt. I couldn’t even begin to talk about it without turning into a crying mess. He told me that he hopes one day I’ll be able to tell more people; that I won’t be ashamed and then it won’t haunt me as much. Thank you for that. I will tell more people. I hope I can help some people, and in the process also help myself. I think I have.