70 Pounds of Guilt

After developing anorexia, my weight plummeted from 120 pounds to a terrifying 70 pounds.

Mom and Dad poured everything into my treatment, bringing home boxes of outrageously expensive supplements and tonics.

Before long, our savings ran dry, and daily life became a constant struggle.

Daisy’s clothes grew faded and threadbare, and our meals were reduced to oatmeal and cheap fast-food burgers.

If she even dared take a sip of my leftover supplement, Mom and Dad would snap at her, scolding her relentlessly until she cowered, tears streaming down her face.