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.


13. I'm Off

The next day I started packing my bags. I'd been given my marching orders. My parents couldn't deal with me, my sister couldn't deal with me and school couldn't deal with me. I couldn't even deal with myself, just chucking in whatever came to hand.

Having spent a bit of time in rehab before, I knew what to pack: diaries, pens, pencils, clothes (mainly jogging bottoms and hoodies and sweatshirts) and toiletries. You don't have any reason to take anything elaborate, and there certainly is no way you will be allowed all of your electronicals. I didn't want my phone anyway, just my sketching books and other art things. 

Rehab centres have a habit of getting you to be artistic to release your innermost thoughts, thinking that your eating thoughts will disappear. Really, it's just something to keep you busy. The alternative to art or music is sitting in the depressing reception rooms with the other patients, watching shitty daytime television or going to clinics or helping around the centre. (Centres also believe that charity work is good for cleansing the mind).

I like to stay out of people's way. Last time, I was in for two weeks and then attended local support groups. It wasn't too bad. I didn't make any friends or anything, but I didn't get worse either. My plans for this time are to draw and paint and if I can get hold of some clay, do some sculpting. Anything to keep me out of the reception rooms. If there's one thing I cannot stand, it's Loose Women and Jeremy Kyle on repeat all day long.

As I packed my bags, Gretchen hovered by my door, which I had been forced to leave ajar by my parents in case I did something stupid.

"Hey," I said, giving her a smile as I folded a clean pair of pyjamas. She smiled back, still standing in the doorway.

"You're really going, then?" she asked. I nodded. "I'll come visit next week. Once you're settled in."

"Thanks, Gretchen. It will be nice to have some company."

"I was thinking of bringing Avery with me. I thought seeing you in rehab might shock her out of her eating disorder."

I stared at my sister for a while. Of course, being the smarty she's always been, she had  a point. Plus, with Avery would probably come Joel...

"Yeah," I said, smiling at her. "That sounds like a good idea."

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