There’s a problem with trying to be drop dead gorgeous. It’s that second word – dead. Because odds are, if you’re trying hard enough, that’s where it’s going to get you.
Nobody tells you that when you sign up for an eating disorder. Except – oh yeah. That’s because you don’t sign up for it.
I could go into how my eating disorder started, way back when in seventh grade. Maybe some day I will. But not today. Today, I’m writing about life right now. Life that for all sorts of wonderful and terrible definitions is drop dead gorgeous.