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. I didn´t mean to confide in her so she wouln´t be angry at me anymore, but it helped her to understand me more. I remember how swollen my ankles were when I wouldn´t eat. My life wasn´t good then and I didn´t like the greyness of San Francisco.
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