Orthorexia: How She Changed My Life

I'm Xanthe Freed and I'm another teenager with a secret. Mine is bigger than most. It's not relevant to boys, it's not relevant to bitches. I'm just a girl with a problem- and that problem is Orthorexia Nervosa.
I'm Xanthe Freed and this is my story.

1Likes
2Comments
2056Views
AA

14. 7 & 8 Are Lucky Numbers

I arrived at the centre shortly after twelve. The journey had taken just over an hour. This centre was much further away than the last place. My parents were both with me, and my sister was trailing behind with me, holding my hand. It was nice that she was looking after me. I missed having a proper relationship with her.

When I arrived, a small woman greeted us from behind the desk.

"Xanthe Freed?" she said, smiling at me. I nodded. Gretchen squeezed my hand. "I'm Joan. It's good of you to come. Asking for help is always the first step."

I rolled my eyes. Joan then proceeded with the whole 'first steps' spiel that I have been told time and time again by doctors, nurses and in help groups. She then gave us a brief tour of the centre. 

It was different to the last centre I stayed in. This centre wasn't dull and drab and full of frail people. There were a lot of girls, and a few guys, just like me. Teenagers and some in their twenties, some older still. But it was far more welcoming. 

I was relieved to find out that there was not three reception rooms like in the other centre I had stayed at. It only had two, and they were light and airy. There was a room where we were all to eat meals together, and lots of garden. I also found out that there was a workshop, and I was given permission to do my art work in there.

"This place is lovely, don't you think, Xan?" my mum said.

"Yeah. It's really nice," I replied. "It's much nicer than the last place."

"I agree," my dad said. "I think this place will definitely bash it out of you."

I grimaced at my dad's comment. He was the one out of the family to resent my eating disorder the most. My mum and sister were never as harsh with me, and they never ignored me for weeks after first finding out about it all.

Finally, we reached my room. Number 78.

Join MovellasFind out what all the buzz is about. Join now to start sharing your creativity and passion
Loading ...