70 Pounds of Guilt
Language: en
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. Later, on the day Daisy got her…