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.

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10. You Can Do It

I don't remember much else about this afternoon; just falling asleep after crying into Joel's shirt for an hour. He stayed with me for the whole time, and wasn't freaked out about any of it. He took it really well, actually.

When I woke up, Joel was sat in my armchair, watching me.

"How long have I been asleep?" I asked, sitting up and pulling the covers closer to me.

"Not long. Half an hour, maybe?" Joel replied, smiling at me. "How are you feeling?"

"Sick," I admitted. I did feel sick. Sick of all the rubbish, sick of eating disorders.

"Oh, Xan," he said, standing up.

"I'm fine."

"You're not. You spent an hour crying into my shirt. That's not 'fine'."

I grumbled, staring at the wall. Joel had an advantage on me, and I couldn't do anything about it.

Joel sat next to me on the bed. I looked at him, trying hard not to cry. He took my hands in his and held my gaze.

"I believe in you, Xanthe. You've done it before. You can beat it again. I'll be here every step of the way, and Deryn, too. We care about you." This made me cry, so I leant forward and hugged Joel before he could see. "You can do it."

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