Anorexia nervosa

February 15, 1983: today my Tia and I talked in the kitchen (my favorite room in the house). I told her about my anorexia nervosa when I was 19. She didn´t know anything about it (possibly because of the great distance between the U.S. and Argentina). I didn´t mean to tell her about it so she wouldn´t be angry at me anymore, but my telling her about that part of my life helped her to understand me. She touched my arms and hands and then she hugged me. I remember how swollen my ankles would get when i wouldn´t eat. I didn´t like my life then. I didn´t like the greyness, the eternal greyness, of San Francisco, either. >Much as I love the city, the greyness always had a bad effect on me.