When I was younger, I never ate healthy. I was obsessed with Nutella, never saw a reason to exercise and would religiously say to people:

“I’m young, I can eat whatever I want. I can worry about it when I get older, like 15.”

I no joke said that ever since I was 8.

2 months after I turned 15 I was diagnosed with Anorexia Nervosa.

My twin sister always thought that was the creepiest thing, the years and years of blind foreshadowing. Like I had it preprogramed in my head.


I’m not sure if it was the constant chanting that made the circumstances fall into place, or coincidence.


But at the moment I’m not worried about an eating disorder.


It’s depression.


Except the number in my head isn’t an age.


It’s two weeks.