My name is Christina Joy and I am 20 years old. Among other things, I am a student, a freelance photographer, and people-watcher extraordinaire. This blog is a mason jar for the fragments of my increasingly jumbled soul. Don't be afraid of the monsters under the bed.

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25 February 2013

Thoughts on NEDA From a 20-something in Recovery

I wake up at 5:30 sharp, nearly knocking over the old glass of water sitting on my bedside table in my haste to carpe diem, etc. The sun has not yet risen to chase the gloom of night from the corners of my little room. As I dress, I am filled with the weird energy that comes from being awake while it is still dark outside. Morning people will understand.

Breakfast is a leisurely affair, as I woke up earlier than necessary to allow myself time to linger. I choose the last solitary apple from its hiding place behind the avocados and pair it with peanut butter—an indulgence, since I typically embark on a peanut butter spree if I allow myself a taste. This morning, however, I am confidant that I will be able to have my cake and eat it too. I pour coconut milk—sweetened!—into my coffee with a rush of wild abandon.

 It’s Monday, February 25th, the beginning of National Eating Disorders Awareness Week.